sarah

“i am such a sensitive summer thing.”
― Nayyirah Waheed, salt.

“We’d fight so much less if everyone would just sit down and read.”
― Cynthia Hand, My Lady Jane

“My mother was like sand. The kind that warms you on a beach when you come shivering out of the cold water. The kind that clings to your body, leaving its impression on your skin to remind you where you’ve been and where you’ve come from. The kind you keep finding in your shoes and your pockets long after you’ve left the beach. She was also like the sand that archaeologists dig through. Layers and layers of sand that have kept dinosaur bones together for millions of years. And as hot and dusty and plain as that sand might be, those archaeologists are grateful for it, because without it to keep the bones in place, everything would scatter. Everything would fall apart.”
― Clare Vanderpool, Navigating Early

“my heart is in my mind. i think this is why i am an artist.”
― Nayyirah Waheed, salt.