-Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes (Platinum Fiction Series)
-J.R.R. Tolkien, the return of the king
Brenna twohy from Swallowtell //Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
- Charles Bukowski - Raw with love
Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things, they let things go.
- Mary Reufle
-"Gardening with the Son I Will Never Have", Ocean Vuong, Burnings
— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
“I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t. I just watched. Paralyzed.”
-Khaled Hosseini, The kite runner