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.

I belong deeply to myself.

Light attracts light. But sometimes your light attracts moths and your warmth attracts parasites. Protect your space and energy

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 know a few things to be true. I do not know where I am going, where I have come from is disappearing, I am unwelcome and my beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing.

My favourite people, biggest inspirations and closest friends are all women. Not a coincidence.

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