“this room is like the heart of the house. no, not a heart, a stomach. it was your dance studio, theo. it was my toy-room, it was a reading room for mom, the game room for steve, a family room for shirley, a treehouse… but it was always, the red room.“
me watching the haunting of hill house with a glare on my laptop screen trying to figure out if that blurry thing in the background is a piece of furniture or a ghost i’m supposed to be scared of
I learned a secret. There is no without. I am not gone. I’m scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow…. Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain.