Cath Crowley

And then she leaves me here, lying on the floor of the self-help section – a dead man. One with a non-refundable, non-exchangeable ticket to the world.

Eventually, I crawl out of the self-help section and make my way towards the fiction couch

wrote the text

Life’s pointless and everyone gets up anyway

not that I think we’re great at love, but I think the whole world is fairly shit at it, so, statistically speaking, we’re average, and I can live with that.

These must be the most depressing words in the history of love. I tried really hard to love you.

A book must be the ax for the frozen sea inside us. —KAFKA

I’m confident in the dreams, liquid with the sea. I’m breathing underwater, eyes open and unstung by salt.

“If you don’t love me, then I don’t love you.”

The exclamation mark is just a weird guy who talks too loudly.