Isabella Grace’s Reviews > Martyr! > Status Update

“living happened until it didn’t. there was no choice in it. to say no to a new day would be unthinkable. so each morning you said yes, then stepped into the consequence.”

"recovery is made of words, and words have all these rules. how can anything be so limited touch something as big as whatever the fuck a 'higher power' is? how can it get rid of the big ball of rot inside me? it feels like this giant sponge sucking away anything in the world that's supposed to feel good. what words can touch that?"

loving all the talk of divinity here so far