Nat Carroll

“perhaps we are all immigrants
trading one home for another
first we leave the womb for air
then the suburbs for the filthy city
in search of a better life
some of us just happen to leave entire countries”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“yesterday
the rain tried to imitate my hands
by running down your body
i ripped the sky apart for allowing it”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“She could live another fifty years, love and leave a hundred cities, press her fingerprints into a thousand turnstiles and plane tickets, and Jane would still be there at the bottom of her heart. This girl from Brooklyn she just can't shake.”
― Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop

“I found it strange that no word exists for a parent who loses a child. If children lose their parents, they are orphans. If a husband loses his wife, he’s a widower. But there’s no word for a parent who loses a child. I’ve come to believe that the event is just too big, too monstrous, too overwhelming for words. No word could ever describe the feeling, so we leave it unsaid.”
― Amanda Peters, The Berry Pickers