Jezebelisgone

“Do you not
remember how your mother kissed a sunrise
into your cheek every morning, for that light is
still trapped within your skin, and you are soft
there. Do not fashion yourself in the image of
restraint or tarnished steel, do not turn to brick
in the midst of uncertainty. May the wild bird
within your heart fly, and may you dip your
wings in ink so that your words fall from the
sky, staining the Earth with love.”
― Bianca Sparacino, Seeds Planted in Concrete

“Are you happy?” “In all honesty? No. But I am curious – I am curious in my sadness, and I am curious in my joy. I am everseeking, everfeeling. I am in awe of the beautiful moments life gives us, and I am in awe of the difficult ones. I am transfixed by grief, by growth. It is all so stunning, so rich, and I will never convince myself that I cannot be somber, cannot be hurt, cannot be overjoyed. I want to feel it all – I don’t want to cover it up or numb it. So no, I am not happy. I am open, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
― Bianca Sparacino, Seeds Planted in Concrete

“And sometimes, healing is rest; it is hiding from the world, it is having everything inside of you be still and quiet and eerily bare. Sometimes healing feels like nothing at all, like you are a silhouette of hope and hurt at the same time.”
― Bianca Sparacino, The Strength In Our Scars

“Are there any rules
when it comes to love? There is just one: Let it change you. Let it leave you better
than you were before.”
― Bianca Sparacino, The Strength In Our Scars