Document the moments you feel most in love with yourself - what you’re wearing, who you’re around, what you’re doing. Recreate and repeat.

It's not my responsibility to be beautiful. I'm not alive for that purpose. My existence is not about how desirable you find me.

Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.

With you, intimacy colours my voice.
even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here'.

I want to make love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.

Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women, kitchen of love, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes, the men, they come with keys, and sometimes the men, they come with hammers.