cribnotesandcliffnotes

“I'd always written how grief was hallow. How it was a vast cavern of nothing. But I was wrong. Grief was the exact opposite. It was full and heavy and drowning because it wasn't the absence of everything you lost-- it was the culmination of it all, your love , your happiness, your bittersweets, wound tight like a knotted ball of yarn.”
― Ashley Poston, The Dead Romantics

“Dad." I felt a sob bubble up in my throat, like a bird wanting to be set free, and then I gave a wail and buried my face into my best friend's shoulder, on the curb of an empty street, while the world spun on, and on, and on, without my dad in it.
And the Wind did not sing.”
― Ashley Poston, The Dead Romantics