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“And what good did it do to think about all these things, to ask why when there was no answer?”
— Jun 06, 2024 03:50AM
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Heba
is 97% done
“it’s not love that’s the hurting game. It’s life. Life is the hurting game.”
— Jun 06, 2024 03:17PM
Heba
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“There’s always a gun around—even when you can’t see it.
There’s always a finger that’s embedded somewhere in your brain, a finger that’s itching to pull the trigger of the gun that’s always around.
And when the trigger is pulled, you remember all the shit that ever happened to you”
“There were so many things in his life for him to cry about. So let him cry, I thought. Let him fucking cry”
— Jun 06, 2024 02:06PM
There’s always a finger that’s embedded somewhere in your brain, a finger that’s itching to pull the trigger of the gun that’s always around.
And when the trigger is pulled, you remember all the shit that ever happened to you”
“There were so many things in his life for him to cry about. So let him cry, I thought. Let him fucking cry”
Heba
is 54% done
“I closed my eyes and wondered if I could keep them shut forever.”
ok so far the fourth story is my favorite
— Jun 06, 2024 09:25AM
ok so far the fourth story is my favorite
Heba
is on page 99 of 222
“And then I knew that I would have to relearn the meaning of every word I had ever learned.
I would have to learn how to translate all those words. Thousands of them. Millions of them.
And then I smiled and felt the tears running down my face.
Finally I understood. It wasn’t the words that mattered. It was me. I mattered.
So now I would have to fight to translate myself back into the world of the living.”
— Jun 06, 2024 04:20AM
I would have to learn how to translate all those words. Thousands of them. Millions of them.
And then I smiled and felt the tears running down my face.
Finally I understood. It wasn’t the words that mattered. It was me. I mattered.
So now I would have to fight to translate myself back into the world of the living.”
Heba
is on page 41 of 222
“Grief was like that—it was an earthquake in the heart. But grief was also a cruel thief that stole away the control you had over your own body.”
— Jun 06, 2024 01:24AM
Heba
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“I want to listen to my heart as it beats like apiece of music in a silence that waits to be broken.”
— Jun 05, 2024 02:37PM

