When I was fourteen, I learned that just because you are holding a broken thing as it breaks doesn’t mean you were the cause of the shattering. A loved ones depression, his falling in and out of a death wish, is hard to hold. And still, the pieces scar the tough skin on your hands, and they are hard to let go of. But when you do, you can breathe deeper, braver, stronger.

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But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.

Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (via adderalldust)