“ For the perpetrator, rape lasts just a matter of minutes. For the victim, it never stops. ”
She just smiled, said that she loved books more than anything, and started telling him excitedly what each of the ones in her lap was about. And Ove realised that he wanted to hear her talking about the things she loved for the rest of his life.
~ Fredrik Backman
He went through life with his hands firmly shoved into his pockets. She danced.
One morning you wake up with more life behind you than in front of you, not being able to understand how it’s happened.
The women glare at each other. Grin. You have friends when you're fifteen years old. Sometimes you get them back.
