Rebecca

“She made me in her image, but she forgot the most important part. She forgot that one day she’d leave, that she already had, and then I’d be left with nothing. When you’re just a reflection, what happens when the image vanishes?”
― Rebecca Serle, One Italian Summer

“When you punish a person for dreaming his dream
Don't expect him to thank or forgive you.”
― John Darnielle

“...I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.”
― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“I can feel it in the rotten air tonight/ In the tips of my fingers, in the skin on my face/ In the weak last gasp of the evening's dying light/ In the way those eyes I've always loved illuminate this place/ Like a trashcan fire in a prison cell/ Like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell/ I will walk down to the end with you/ If you will come all the way down with me”
― John Darnielle