“And then, with the feather-green darkness pressed against the windows, he puts his filthy fingers on my scrubbed hope face and says, in a tone that falls somewhere between optimism and regret: ‘If I kiss you, it’s all over.’
And then he does. And then it is.”
- Your Voice In My Head, by Emma Forrest. An absolute, forever favourite. -
"time heals all wounds. and if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay."
I gifted this memoir for Christmas based on all sorts of excellent reviews and an essay I once read by the author. Tho truthfully I probably chose it based a little on my own experience as well, where I'm at in my own mental health battle. Regardless, I decided it would be best if I read it too.
That's all I'll say. Otherwise I'll quote the whole damn thing.
Read it. Or I'll straight up punch you. For realz, no lie, cross my heart, hope to die, I'll put my fist right into your face. READ IT.
K, I lied. One more.
"let me tell you something, and i want you to remember it: who you authentically are -- there is no one and nothing that can add to or subtract from that."