"When my breastbone starts to hurt, and my throat tightens, and tears well in my eyes, I want to look away from feeling. I want to reflect with irony, or anything else that will keep me from feeling directly. We all know how loving ends. But I want to fall in love with the world anyway, to let it crack me open. I want to feel what there is to feel while I am here."
Hopelijk blijft het boek zo goed als de introductie
— Aug 12, 2024 12:10PM
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