You want to tell them all this, you really do. You want to be honest and open and vulnerable hold nothing back. You want to talk about all the things you managed to survive and all the love you’re capable of.
If you know loss, you know that there is a mark that grief leaves which cannot be rubbed off.
She will break your heart, heal it and then smash it on the ground again in an endless cycle with her spot-on, raw writing and poetry.
Don’t bow down for just any kind of love. Wait for the miracle. Wait for the right kind of love.
You are always, always stronger than you think.
To be a woman is something extraordinary and surreal but it does not mean your insides are made of concrete and your heart is impenetrable.
Painful awareness. Once you see death, you see everything, especially the fact that sometimes we quarrel for stupid things and miss the important moments in life over ignorance.