And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.
Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry (via splitterherzen)
I imagine my heart was being broken to make it bigger in order to embrace something I couldn’t have other wise.
Cathe Laurie (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)