Erica

“Why do you live in your body like you will be given another? As if it were temporary. You starve it, you let anyone touch it, you berate it. Tell it that should be completely different. You tug at your soft flesh, wish it thinner, wish it gone. You fall in love with those who praise the way it sighs under their hands, but who praises the way it holds up your weight, even when you are falling apart?”
― Warsan Shire

“The Friendship Bond

There is that one friend whom you no longer speak to, who
is no longer part of your life. If you saw them across the
street, you would turn your head away and they would do
the same.
But if they ever called you in the middle of the night, you
would be there for them, sure as the sun. And you know that
if you were the one to make that call, no matter how much
time has passed or how distant you’ve become, they would
be there for you.”
― Lang Leav, Love Looks Pretty on You

“Come with every wound and every woman you’ve ever loved; every lie you’ve ever told and whatever it is that keeps you up at night. Every mouth you’ve punched in, all the blood you’ve ever tasted. Come with every enemy you’ve ever made and all the family you’ve ever buried and every dirty thing you’ve ever done; every drink that’s burnt your throat and every morning you’ve woken with nothing and no one. Come with all your loss, your regrets, sins, memories, black outs, secrets. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.”
― Warsan Shire

“Love looks pretty on you. Makes you soft, tender, proud.
Makes you sit up and take notice. Gives you a home to set
down your things.
What a blessing it is, to have music and dancing and poetry.
What a gift it is, to look at someone and say,
I’m so happy to have found you—at last, at last, at long, long
last—you’re here.”
― Lang Leav, Love Looks Pretty on You