“The more i pretend to be shiny and bright the darker i feel inside”

“But I have a gut feeling on this and it’s not the oh-look-it’s-a-bright-shiny-world kind. (Tate)”

“Those who were so long imprisoned in ice and darkness seem to find the sunlight jarring, painful. The longer I walk around with this grief inside me, the more I understand that. It’s as if sunshine is a slap in the face that says, Look, the world’s all bright and shiny! Too bad you’re not.”

“This then is my story. I have reread it. It has bits of marrow sticking to it, and blood, and beautiful bright-green flies. At this or that twist of it I feel my slippery self eluding me, gliding into deeper and darker waters than I care to probe.”

“I swear you must have a rainbow shooting out of your ass, you're so bright and shiny and wonderful.”

“How many days was I like that? Pretending to listen, but not hearing a word? Pretending to care when I hated it all? Pretending to live when I was dying inside?”