Make peace with your body, it's not manmade, there are no flaws, there are no mistakes.

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

I’m not sad, but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. I’m not a girl anymore and I’m not sad anymore. You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn't he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.

I belong deeply to myself.

We took such care of tomorrow, but died on the way there.

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

Perhaps, the problem is not the intensity of your love, but the quality of the people you are loving.