micha > Recent Status Updates

You don't get over death, I said. You swallow it inside you. And your grief forms a layer of you. Because that's what we are, layer on layer of experience.

We prepare for everything, thinking carefully ahead as we put things in our suitcase for a holiday, for example.
But we cannot pack for death.

We prepare for everything, thinking carefully ahead as we put things in our suitcase for a holiday, for example.
But we cannot pack for death.

'Human beings aren't as good as they imagine themselves to be.’
Sometimes I wonder why God doesn't give up on humans, I said.

It felt like years. It felt like seconds. It felt like hell.

obsessed with this book and no sleep tonight because I keep promising myself JUST ONE MORE CHAPTER!

But here is the nature of life. That we must love things with our whole selves, knowing they will die.

When we were together, I felt like someone else had stolen all your smiles before me.

"Do you ever think of me?"
"I never learned how to stop."

prose before bros

I have not broken your heart—you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

Good feelings are fragile, with me love doesn't last.

For him only the two of us counted. Remember that we're here, now, together, he said, the rest is background and will change.

You understand, Lenù, what happens to people: we have too much stuff inside and it swells us, breaks us.

As I went out of the room Lila started in her half-sleep, she whispered: "Watch me until I fall asleep. Watch me always, even when you leave Naples. That way I'll know that you see me and I'm at peace."

April and May were painful, lonely months for me because I couldn't talk to you. I never knew that spring could be so painful and lonely. Better to have three Februaries than a spring like this.

Could’ve been reading Kristin Hannah. But no. Bookclub voted Murakami instead. What even is this?!

‘Do you think you weren't loved enough?’
She tilted her head and looked at me. Then she gave a sharp, little nod. ‘Somewhere between not enough and not at all.’

Waiting for your answer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. At least let me know whether or not I hurt you.

Only the dead stay 17 for ever.

"It's not easy losing someone," she said. "It never goes away, does it?"
"The Phantom Pain, they call it," I said. "Like amputees get when they can still feel their missing limbs."

A line came into my mind (…) that life had manifested the heart's invisible furies on his face.
He looked a hundred years old.
He looked like a man who had died several months earlier.
He looked like a soul in pure torment.
But still I knew him. (…) and still I would have known him anywhere.

okay, waiting for all this to go into flames and i’m here for it