My heart is a flower blossoming out of my mouth.

The ego hurts you like this: you become obsessed with the one person who does not love you. blind to the rest who do.

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.

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

I tore up and ate my own passport in an airport hotel once. I'm bloated with language I can’t afford to forget.

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

You can't make homes out of human beings.