Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.
I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.
Anton DiSclafani, The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls
We are mosaics. Pieces of light, love, history, stars… Glued together with magic and music and words.
I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.
Summer holiday with my girlfriend