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

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

Essentially, if our secrets are secrets because we are told to be ashamed, then we must share them. There is no shame in being sad or struggling or trying to heal. We are all desperate, depraved and sacred. We are all terrible and brillIant. I can list all the things that can make a girl want to escape her own body (re: patriarchy). But I’d rather list all the things that make me want to stay in my body, and adorn it like a home, rub oils into my skin, tell it how sorry I am for trying to leave, for trying to hurt it into submission

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

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

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

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