Danielle

“The idea of the half-eaten sandwich almost undoes me. That we could just step out of life one day, unfinished. Books half read. Wet washing still in the machine. Places unseen. Ambitions”
― Emma Grey, Pictures of You

“Please don’t shut me out. Or if you’re going to, just tell me, tell me so that I’m not dangling in this in-between place. You stood by me when my world was falling down around me.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

“Seasons of good, and bad, and totally fine. Sleepwalking. Routine-making. Life passing like cars. Smells of petrol and bleach and instant coffee. Chest pain, fresh tulips, calories burned and units consumed and late-night noodles out of a pot. Good sex; bad sex. Rude waiters, and crying women, and long phone calls with relatives that expect it but have nothing to say, talk only about the washing, the neighbors, the things outside the window. They do not think of each other. Often. They do not.”
― Claire Daverley, Talking at Night

“Grief plays tricks on you that way—a familiar whiff of cologne or a potential sighting of your person in a crowd, and all the knots you’ve tied inside yourself to manage the pain of losing them suddenly unravel.”
― Mikki Brammer, The Collected Regrets of Clover