#thehazelwoodedit

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When you left, I was lost. But I think I’m finding my way back now. Will we meet again? Some days I think yes, others, no. You’ll never read this, will you? I’ve said it three times now, it must be true. I don’t know how to end this. How do I end this? Maybe I just stop.

the hazel wood and the night country by melissa albert

[kiegotakami]

And while they're being told, stories create the energy that makes this world go. They keep our stars in place. They make our grass grow.

[florianjonquil]

— the hazel wood, melissa albert

[swannkings]

Reading Challenge 2018 | The Hazel Wood by Melissa Albert

Look until the leaves turn red, sew the world up with thread If your journey’s left undone, fear the rising of the sun

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His expression mirrored what I felt—the black-hole suck of exhaustion that strikes after a trauma. When everything has changed and your messed-up brain is flying around the stars—then your body and all its needs imposes itself, cutting you off from madness.

melissa albert, the hazel wood

[kiegotakami]

Life never turns out how you imagine it will when you’re young. Everything is smaller than you think, or too big. It all smells a little funny and fits like somebody else’s shirt.