“Imagine the one god himself has reversed his clock and reversed your regrets. Imagine knowing the bone-deep truth that whatever impossibility would make you truly happy has been granted. Imagine knowing you can once again hold your lost lover or your newborn child. Imagine what you feel during those first seconds of knowing. Now, imagine those first seconds last for days on end. .... Like I said, I'm a chemist. It's all coming back to me.p62” FeelsFirstsChildrenHas BeensSaidEndsLastsLostKnowingImagineRegretLoversBonesGrantedClockSecondsComing BackImpossibilityNewbornChemistTruly HappyNewborn Child Author:Craig Clevenger
“When you’re in love, your brain secretes endorphins into your blood. Organic morphine leaks out of a gland in your skull, feels like a low-grade opium rush. Some people confuse the two, the head rush and the love. You think you’re in love with a person, but you’re in love with a syringe.” PeopleThinkingFeelsPersonsTwoBrainBloodLove YouLowsGradesSkullsLeaksOpiumGlandsEndorphinsMorphine Book:The Contortionist's Handbook Source: The Contortionist's Handbook
