My name is indigenous to my country, it is not easy to pronounce, it takes effort to say correctly and I am absolutely in love with the sound of it and its meaning. Also, it's not the kind of name you baby, slip into sweet talk mid sentence, late night phone conversation, whisper into the receiver kind of name, so, of that I am glad.

At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.

You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.

I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.

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.

I won't glorify or romanticise heartbreak, for me it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living.

Two people who were once very close can without blame or grand betrayal become strangers. Perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world.