Status Updates From The Gloaming

"We can't carry our whole lives with us everywhere we go. Memories have weight, and no one can lift them all at once. We have to leave some of them behind."

Oh I'm sick, I'm gonna be sick, this chapter hurts so bad I'm not ready to go throguh this again

"His hands looked so small next to his father’s, his hands that had never held anything except gently. The things he knew his hands could do now. The pain they could cause while causing him none at all.
Peter hated boiling the lobsters. Making a game of their deaths. Watching them die slowly. Cracking their bodies open and sucking them clean.
He hated it because he hadn’t hated it. He’d liked it."

A vivid memory

Islay had said that people might turn into stars and shoot up into the sky, or turn into ants and slip down into the soil, or shatter to glitter[...]that death might be just like this world but all over again, or flooded or burned or suspended from chains in the sky. She’d said that we might forget who we were and live the same life over again. She’d said we might be stuck in that final moment forever.

‘We talked about what we thought happened to people after they died, and you said...You said maybe this was dying. You said the sea would keep going, keep licking and licking at us until we were all gone. Until there was nothing of us but sunken bones, and then we would have to stay here forever.’

"It is a joy to be hidden, but a disaster not to be found."
– D. W. WINNICOTT

Ouch, this reread will be painful

im in loveeee