“Tears sting my eyes once more, building up and rolling over my cheeks with the heat of a dying star. Isn’t that what death is? It’s forgetting. It’s letting go. We make peace with the dead to say goodbye.” — Ryan Galloway Copy Share Image
“Maybe the problem with holding onto memories so tightly is that they don’t allow us to make room for the future. Maybe the gentle decay of the past is a blessing that dulls the sharp blade of regret, allowing the… — Ryan Galloway Copy Share Image
“Tears sting my eyes once more, building up and rolling over my cheeks with the heat of a dying star. Isn’t that what death… — Ryan Galloway Copy Share Image
“Nerve endings. That’s what it all comes down to. Billions of rooted synapses, like trees entwined in erratic soil. Lightning strikes every millionth of… — Ryan Galloway Copy Share Image
“Maybe the problem with holding onto memories so tightly is that they don’t allow us to make room for the future. Maybe the gentle… — Ryan Galloway Copy Share Image
“I wonder if this is how it feels to grow old. Knowing that time is still passing but you’re no longer a part of… — Ryan Galloway Copy Share Image
“How much dust can a body make? Little specks of death. Measuring life in millimeters.” — Ryan Galloway Copy Share Image
“I don’t have to let anyone use me. I don’t have to bend the truth. Even if I’m not ready to forgive just yet,… — Ryan Galloway Copy Share Image
“But when you’re a kid, it isn’t chaos. It’s just a heartbeat. Your house isn’t floating through space, it sits on the ground. Once… — Ryan Galloway Copy Share Image
“Every heartbeat a syllable for words I can’t speak, to explain what I want from him. What I want from myself. To know and… — Ryan Galloway Copy Share Image
“It was true—but it was harsh. And it feels like maybe a harsh truth can be as hurtful as a lie.” — Ryan Galloway Copy Share Image
