Yesterday started off so well, yet it ended so horribly. There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality--there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin.
I suppose I will spend the remainder of the day reading The Fault in our Stars again....
"There were always more bad guys to kill and good guys to save. New wars started even before the old ones were won. I hadn't read a real series like that since I was a kid, and it was exciting to live again in an infinite fiction."
-Hazel Grace Lancaster
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