“In my brain, there’s the life of this song where this song was born out of catharsis and venting, and trying to get over something, and trying to understand it and process it. And then there’s the life where it went out into the world and you turned this song into something completely different for me. You turned this song into a collage of memories of watching you scream the words to this song, or seeing pictures that you post to me of you having written the words to this song in your diary, or you showing me your wrist and you have a tattoo of the lyrics to this song underneath your skin. And that is how you have changed the song All Too Well for me”.

@lovereditors editing week day one: favorite song - all too well

LIT MEME: [3/5] series or books ☰ the book thief

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.

Ask doctor to let me quit being in charge of that patient. It’s too weird, still alive, but with wounds that won’t heal. Told the doctor I quit; won’t work at that hospital anymore. The room is filled with insects, even with doors and windows shut they get in to spite me. To the hospital… Feeling bad. Need to throw up. But nothing comes out. Vomiting only bile. Blood and pus flow from the bathroom faucet. I try to stop it, but it won’t turn off. Need drug. Help me.

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