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Humans are a strange breed in the way our fear of getting old seems to be even greater than our fear of dying.

Do not read if you don’t like crying 😭 I’m emotionally recked but can’t stop

“Those who hasten to live are in a hurry to miss,” she sometimes used to whisper to Noah, though he didn’t know what she meant before she was buried.

shut up. because i’m about to starting sobbing at work.

“The girl is standing in front of him and smells like hyacinths, like she’s never been anywhere else. Her hair is old but the wind in it is new, and he still remembers what it felt like to fall in love; that’s the last memory to abandon him. Falling in love with her meant having no room in his own body.”