"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear."
i just sent away my application to study abroad in Iceland.
fingers permanently crossed.
"I can straighten out your crooked bones, if you do the same for my crooked soul. I may not be able to do much, and I may not have much, but I can promise you that I will love you for as long as I live—until our hands become wrinkly enough to tell stories."
"They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?"