later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt?it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere.
Don't assume, ask. Be kind. Tell the truth. Don't say anything you can't stand behind fully. Have integrity. Tell people how you feel.
all those nights with the phone warming the side of my face like the sun.
His eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay.
We took such care of tomorrow, but died on the way there.
The ego hurts you like this: you become obsessed with the one person who does not love you. blind to the rest who do.
Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women, kitchen of love, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes, the men, they come with keys, and sometimes the men, they come with hammers.
It's not my responsibility to be beautiful. I'm not alive for that purpose. My existence is not about how desirable you find me.
Loving you was like going to war I never came back the same.