If it’ll keep my heart soft, break my heart every day.
Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.
There’s nothing rebellious about loving something that can’t love you. You’re a woman, you should have known that men in the city would split you in half searching for their fathers in between your legs.
We emotionally manipulated each other until we thought it was love.
Sad people have the gift of time, while the world dizzies everyone else; they remain stagnant, their bodies refusing to follow pace with the universe. With these kind of people everything aches for too long, everything moves without rush, wounds are always wet.
His eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay.
I’ve heard people using your songs as prayer, begging god in falsetto.
Later that night, I held an atlas on my lap, ran my fingers across the whole world, and whispered, ‘where does it hurt?’ It answered, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.
Light attracts light. But sometimes your light attracts moths and your warmth attracts parasites. Protect your space and energy.
My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.
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.
I’m overwhelmed. My biggest downfall is my brightest blessing, I feel too much, all the time. Ya Allah, if it’ll keep my heart soft, break my heart every day.
You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
Make peace with your body, it’s not manmade, there are no flaws, there are no mistakes.
Give your daughters difficult names. Give your daughters names that command the full use of the tongue. My name makes you want to tell me the truth. My name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.
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.
We took such care of tomorrow, but died on the way there.
Document the moments you feel most in love with yourself – what you’re wearing, who you’re around, what you’re doing. Recreate and repeat.
I tend to the wound so often, it never heals.
I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.