it’s not that you were brutish but that you were too ready to tell a truth I wasn’t ready to share



and it came to pass that I realised none of us are problem solvers: we’re problem makers so that we might while away the time we stole too readily


it used to be counting ribs and hips and inches, swaying booty and lacy lingerie now it’s standing in front of the mirror trying to smile and wondering where all of it went


“and when things get tough, just remember a hot bath on a cold winter’s night or crawling into new linen” there are some things you can’t put better than as they are


its capacity to be something worth keeping even if I'm to exist under a whole generation of feet has always kept me safe                  but never intact