every daughter has a cage around her head and a mother on the cross.
I always hope to take it off, and rarely do. Instead, I climb up, like a child into the bed.
I nail myself beside you.
- Bianca Stone, from what Is otherwise infinite
I think back and i see how bright was my spark in that time; letters, little surprise presents, flowers, quick coffees, morning picnics before gym, music nights, drunk writings, books, books, books...love.
and while you may not be everyone's cup of tea, you don't have to be. tea has never apologized for not being coffee, it simply gravitated towards those who chose it.