Opiaware

You can take the city person out of the city, but the city will always be in them. I think it’s the same for sisters. Anywhere we go, we won’t leave each other. We couldn’t even if we wanted to. And we don’t. We never will.
“Kötü bir anıyı unutmanın en iyi yolu güzel bir tanesiyle değişmektir.”
For a decade, I’ve known I will never again have everything, and so all I’ve wanted is to believe that, someday, again, I’ll have enough. The ache won’t always be so bad. People like me aren’t broken beyond repair. No ice ever freezes too thick to thaw and no thorns ever grow too dense to be cut away.
That is what I’m looking for every time I flip to the back of a book, compulsively checking for proof that in a life where so many things have gone wrong, there can be beauty too. That there is always hope, no matter what.
All these years spent thinking that I had superhuman self-control, and now I realize I just never put anything I wanted too badly in front of myself.
There are full series I love whose last chapter I’ve never read. I hate the feeling of something ending.