Tuesday, March 31, 2015


"I watched the dinner plates from IKEA break and shatter into a million, tiny pieces on the basement floor. It was like a fireworks show made out of porcelain.

I remember wanting to scream up at God in that moment 'I don't want memories. I just want something that will always, constantly be mine. Give me something, anything, I'll always be able to hold.'

I'm terribly unoriginal in that sense. I am just one in a sea of millions of people who think the word 'mine' is the most terrifying and intoxicating word in the whole English language."

-Hanna Brencher

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