Hey, Ocean Eyes,” my father said. “Where’d you go on us?
Alice SeboldStichwörter: lovely-bones ocean-eyes
How can I be expected to be trapped for the rest of my life by a man frozen in time?
Alice SeboldStichwörter: lovely-bones
So there are cakes and pillows and colors galore, but underneath this more obvious patchwork quilt are places like a quiet room where you can go hold someone’s hand and not have to say anything. Give no story. Make no claim. Where you can live at the edge of your skin for as long as you wish. This wide wide heaven is about flat head nails and the soft down of new leaves, wild roller coaster rides and escaped marbles that fall, then hang, then take you somewhere you could never imagined in your small-heaven dreams.
Alice SeboldStichwörter: lovely-bones
How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it a secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home? She had put billboards and roads between them, throwing roadblocks behind her and ripping off the rearview mirror, and thought that would make him disappear?
Alice SeboldStichwörter: lovely-bones
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