“What hurts is to have no one to hold. What hurts is to be dead, and forced to survive. What hurts is that trying to survive breaks me.” — 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
