“Maybe I shouldn’t, but I allow myself to lose myself in his warmth one last time. It’s so tender that for too long I’ve wrongfully seen it as an embrace that could save me. It would have been a beautiful… — Ingrid Nickelsen Copy Share Image
“What hurts is to have no one to hold. What hurts is to be dead, and forced to survive. What hurts is that trying… — Ingrid Nickelsen Copy Share Image
“I am condemned to forever be this eternal blooming rose that will never physically wilt, nor physically blossom. I'll have to carry with me… — Ingrid Nickelsen Copy Share Image
“Maybe I shouldn’t, but I allow myself to lose myself in his warmth one last time. It’s so tender that for too long I’ve… — Ingrid Nickelsen Copy Share Image
“All my memories come crashing through, but they give me the strength to carry on. They’re mine to keep, and even though they’ll bear… — Ingrid Nickelsen Copy Share Image
“The darkness is thick enough to conceal the worst crimes, leaving behind nothing but the fading stench of burning flesh that creeps into our… — Ingrid Nickelsen Copy Share Image
“The day has passed rapidly, or so it felt. I can barely believe the sun has already set behind the pale sandy hills. And… — Ingrid Nickelsen Copy Share Image
“We all need a place where we feel safe. A secret place that we like to think is ours.” — Ingrid Nickelsen Copy Share Image
