Kayla Stone

“Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with”
― Francesca Lia Block, Missing Angel Juan

“we write every day, we fight every day, we think and scheme and dream a little dream every day. manuscripts pile up in the kitchen sink, run-on sentences dangle around our necks. we plant purple prose in our gardens and snip the adverbs only to thread them in our hair. we write with no guarantees, no certainties, no promises of what might come and we do it anyway. this is who we are.”
― Tahereh Mafi

“Just like any woman,...we weave our stories out of our bodies. Some of us through our children, or our art; some do it just by living. It's all the same.”
― francesca lia block

“I wanted the whole world or nothing.”
― Charles Bukowski, Post Office