“ You fill a hungry place shaped like your darkness. ”
i’m going to love again so quietlyno one will know i’m home.
~ Stephanie Roberts
Why not laugh again, and let your joy be my monument?
Editing fiction is like using your fingers to untangle the hair of someone you love.
Baby, don't build a monument for me of your sadness. You wouldn't have wasted your tears when I was alive. Why make an ocean of them now when it's over? The future you dreamed is a dream. Dream something else.
