Lemony Snicket’s dedications to Beatrice in A Series of Unfortunate Events The fact that her death and everything was real just breaks my heart. Whenever Snicket talks about it it makes me so broken hearted.
i'm in love with the silence that fills an empty room. I do even though in the silence I attack myself. My imperfections. The silence is a war against myself and depression. For some reason I love the calm, quiet depression.