Truer words were never spoken

“There’s a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality—there’s mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin.”

—	Christopher Moore

Enough?

What if it’s never enough? When if I never get what my soul longs for? What if I never stop needing and searching? What if I do? What if I just lose myself, in loving you

Tea saves

Sometimes I wonder how I could ever survive the rest of my life without a cup of tea. It's one of the most enjoyable and defining  moments of my day. I swear, I feel like it saves me! It really does save me