Jenna Berggren

“She cried when she was happy and when she was sad and when the world felt like it was all just too much and her face was on fire and the only way to cool it down was to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry. It often felt selfish and irrational. She knew she was so lucky, so blessed. That there was no reason to cry. It didn’t matter; she would cry anyway.”
― Genevieve Wheeler, Adelaide

“You could fall asleep spooning her and wake up with a screwdriver pressed to your throat.”
― Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy

“and what might a soul look like, if you could touch it, if you could dance with the light and the dark of it.”
― Claire Daverley, Talking at Night

“What if beneath every lawyer's suit and every stay-at-home-parent's apron, everyone is just a baby who doesn't know what they're doing?”
― Emily Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead