"My hands feel so broken whenever you’re out of reach. And I know that I won’t be seeing you anytime soon, if at all. So while I let this sharp pain travel through the nerves of my arms and into my chest, I can only hope that you’re sleeping peacefully on someone else’s."
"You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you."
— King, Stephen. Joyland. (via wordsnquotes)