We emotionally manipulated each other until we thought it was love.

all those nights with the phone warming the side of my face like the sun.

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.

The only darkness we should allow into our lives is the night, for even then, we have the moon.

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.

give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of 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.