You can't make homes out of human beings.

My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude.

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

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

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.

There is no intimacy like that between two women who have chosen to be sisters.

I tend to the wound so often, it never heals.