Bokelskere.no

First we only want to be seen, but once we're seen, that's not enough anymore. After that, we want to be remembered.

Hell is the absence of the people you long for.

I stood looking over my damaged home and tried to forget the sweetness of life on Earth.

I repent nothing. A line she remembered from the fog of the internet. I am heartless, she thinks, but she knows even through her guilt that this isn't true. She knows there are traps everywhere that can make her cry, she knows the way she dies a little every time someone asks her for change and she doesn't give it to them means that she's too soft for this world or perhaps just for this city, she feels so small here.

Because survival is insufficient.