“Today I find myself gritting my teeth and being brave like my mom was (is) – getting lost in big cities, walking into rooms that don’t make way for me, leaving careless men behind, experiencing the world voraciously. I used to romanticize running away from anything that threatened to cage me, but now I realize I’m not afraid to run towards – better, brighter, newer.”

“Questions for women:

How do you get your winged eyeliner so perfect?


What do you think about getting along just for the sake of getting along?


Where do you keep your anger, your annoyance, your shame, your guilt? In boxes on the top shelf, embroidered onto your shirt pocket, in a jar that's almost overflowing? Or do you press them into your journal like flowers? Do you add honey when you stir the pot? Would you call yourself 'close'? Are you pulling away or do you walk hand in hand?

Is it okay to feel bad? Is it okay to say so?”