rebecca

“As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.”
― Anne Sexton

“almost everything here has cold hands”
― Alice Oswald, Falling Awake

“I wanted very much not to be where I was. In fact part of the trouble seemed to be that where I was wasn’t anywhere at all. My life felt empty and unreal... I felt like I was in danger of vanishing, though at the same time the feelings I had were so raw and overwhelming that I often wished I could find a way of losing myself altogether, perhaps for a few months, until the intensity diminished.”
― Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone

“Why is the measure of love loss?”
― Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?