“ He sees that you are numb. It worries him. He doesn’t try, in any big heroic way, to do something about it. He accepts it. He knows you hate it, that it feels clogged and unnatural. You call it “the ice”. Sometimes you are able to cry for a minute or two, and then you say hopefully to him, “I think maybe the ice is starting to break apart.”
But nothing really changes; the ice stays frozen. joan wickers (via tellherlies) (via catfaces) (via catastrophe23)
But nothing really changes; the ice stays frozen. joan wickers (via tellherlies) (via catfaces) (via catastrophe23)
