Saturday
Not that I believe in god, but I liked the general idea of this quote. It's from the book I'm reading The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky.
God took seeds from other worlds and sowed them on this earth, and raised up his garden; and everything that could sprout sprouted, but it lives and grows only through its sense of being in touch with other mysterious worlds; if this sense is weakened or destroyed in you, that which has grown up in you dies. Then you become indifferent to life, and even come to hate it.
I know I didn't cite this properly but for some odd reason, when I read that, it really got to me. I'm still a disaster and just being in my house makes me want to cry. Last night my brother was in his room crying so he came into mine and we both started crying together. I miss her so much.
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