As a writer, if someone falls in love with my work, I know they have fallen in love with my mind. Having no idea what my face looks like, they chose my mind. Art may be the only space a woman can be whole without being seen.
The person that makes you feel alive, is the person that can make you feel like you’re dying. What a fucking trap.
I like security in my life
I don’t want to have my whole entire future planned but I would like to know that you know deep down it’s me you want to be with 50 years form now because everyday that’s all I think about I want surprises and I want to live but baby I want you to know it’s always going to be me
He turned me into an object and I turned him into a god. How sick is that?