At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.
—Warsan Shire
all those nights with the phone warming the side of my face like the sun.
The ego hurts you like this: you become obsessed with the one person who does not love you. blind to the rest who do.
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