“Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?
“The truth about healing is that you don’t need to heal to be whole.
By whole, I mean damaged, missing pieces of who you were, your heart— missing what feels like some of your most important parts. Yet not missing any parts of you all. Being, in truth, larger than you were before.
Because all of us are made not only of what we have but of what we lost.
And lost is not a subtraction. As an experience,
it is an addition.”—Augusten Borroughs, This Is How (via momentewiegeschenke)
Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you.
Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you.
And without feet I can make my way to you,
without a mouth I can swear your name.
Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you
with my heart as with a hand.
Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat.
And if you consume my brain with fire,
I’ll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.