“The girl was lighter without her heart. She danced barefoot on the hot roads, and her feet were not cut by the glass or stones that studded her way. She spoke to the dead whenever they visited her. She tried to be kind, but they realized that they no longer had anything in common with her, and she realized it, too. So they went their separate ways.” – Helen Oyeyemi
sacred suffering, or the ecstasy of self-destruction
Pain is the most common thing in our world. We’ve all felt it, witnessed it, forgotten it, forgiven it. Every day we wake up to
