Julie

“Grief is not neat. Pain is not dignified. Both are ugly, visceral things. They rip holes through you and burst forth when they see fit. They are constant, controlling companions, and if they don’t destroy you or your relationships with others, they certainly go a long way to damaging you, disfiguring you internally and altering your existence so much so that when you are lucid enough to look at yourself, at your life, you are astounded (and often disgusted) by what you find staring back at you.”
― Onyi Nwabineli, Someday, Maybe

“I grew up in a family where my parent's emotions,
or lack of, were more important than my own.”
― Rose Brik, My Father's Eyes, My Mother's Rage

“The splendor of the grounds is not carried through to the interior in the least. Shadows wreath the atrium’s high ceiling, clinging to the corners and upper walls like living creatures. They curl along the top of the grand staircase that snakes along the far wall and circle an unlit chandelier, then bleed out into the adjacent halls. Thick, velvet curtains hang heavy as battlements against any intrusion from the sun. Without the fullness of day allowed inside, darkness doesn’t just live here, it thrives.”
― L.L. McKinney, Escaping Mr. Rochester

“The trees are the silver and blue of night, but dread is not far behind.”
― Sami Ellis, Dead Girls Walking