Kaelyn Merrithew

“Well, if that's suffering, he thinks, let me suffer. Yes. To love whoever I have left. And if ever I lose someone, let me descend into a futile and prolonged rage, yes, despair, wanting to break things, furniture, appliances, wanting to get into fights, to scream, to walk in front of a bus, yes. Let me suffer, please. To love just these few people, to know myself capable of that, I would suffer every day of my life.”
― Sally Rooney, Intermezzo

“god bless the shape your head leaves in my pillow; god bless your insatiable hair; god bless you, though the hour is late, for you have come to me at last.”
― Neil Hilborn, Our Numbered Days

“Marvel at how she,
the patient gardener, the bringer of sleep,
she who draws the bath and lights the candles,
she who made you someone who could make
himself into someone, she made you want
to live more than anything else, and now
she makes you want to leave the world
because you have seen it.”
― Neil Hilborn, Our Numbered Days

“We were too close, I thought, I'd never been so close to him except in a dream or when he cupped his hand to light my cigarette. If he brought his ear any closer he'd hear my heart. I'd seen it written in novels but never believed it until now.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name