We are lost, you and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others...
“I understood wanting to forget. Things that made you remember cut like pieces of glass. A song, a memory, a blade of grass, a white dress, a dream, all of it as painful as the deepest wound.”
—Green Angel, Alice Hoffman (via expose) (via breathsoftruth) (via lovebot)