"You find a way, somehow, to get through the most horrible things, things you think would kill you. You find a way and you move through the days, one by one, in shock, in despair, but you move. The days pass, one after the other, and you go along with them — occasionally stunned, and not entirely relieved, to find that you are still alive."
“The Year of Fog” by Michelle Richmond (via kari-shma
- wefadememoriesremain reblogged this from dixonaintnobodysbitch
- dixonaintnobodysbitch reblogged this from goodeveningmrmouse
- imteaandyoudontknowme reblogged this from re-niversal
- honourandpride reblogged this from opheliacbehaviour
- Show more notes