sinem
@fragilespine
Şu anda okuduğu kitap
Memories aren’t currency to spend; they’re us. Age isn’t stealing from my grandmother; it’s slowly unwinding her.
Dreams are hopeful because they exist as pure possibility.
Unlike memories, which are fossils, long dead and buried deep.
A person can become a part of you as real as your arm or leg, and even though Jesse is dead, I still feel the weight of that phantom limb.