Alex by Lauren Oliver
Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every breath is full of choking. There is nothing to hold on to, no sides, no way to claw myself up. There is nothing to do but let go.
Let go. Feel the weight all around you, feel the squeezing of your lungs, the slow, low pressure. Let yourself go deeper. There is nothing but bottom. There is nothing but the taste of metal, and the echoes of old things, and the days that look like darkness.
wish me luck trying to find someone who is essentially a combination of all my favourite fictional characters
YOU GUYS I REREAD DELIRIUM LAST NIGHT AND I WAS SOBBING AT 3AM AND I DON’T EVEN BC I BASICALLY SKIMMED THROUGH IT THE FIRST TIME I READ IT AND I WAS SO STUPID FOR DOING THAT BECAUSE