She offered herself to the big, bad wolf.

That summer I did not go crazy but I wore very close very close to the bone.

“in front of my mother and my sisters, i pretend love is cheap and vulgar. i act like it’s a sin– i pretend that love is for women on a dark path. but at night i dream of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb– i dream up a lover who makes love like he is separating salt from water.”

motherland, you taught me this— how to chew and spit but never keep anything down. don’t you dare turn and call it a mess. don’t you dare call me anything but your daughter.

Are we prone to it? To that wandering desire, that desperate itch?

Continue to share your heart with people even if it’s broken.

Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either.

Six Ways to Meet Aphrodite

Tell me where it hurts, she’d say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where. But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.