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If you can’t take care of me while I’m alive, you have made me dead anyway.
Sayfa 215·Kitabı okuyor
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I feel like something is going wrong, very wrong, and that it will get even worse. I don’t feel like Nick’s wife. I don’t feel like a person at all: I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock. I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don’t feel real anymore.
Sayfa 96·Kitabı okuyor
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It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I’m not a real person and neither is anyone else. I would have done anything to feel real again.
Sayfa 69·Kitabı okuyor
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“There’s a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.”
Sayfa 25·Kitabı okuyor
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There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.
Sayfa 13·Kitabı okuyor
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