One day I just woke up and realised that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?
That’s the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.
The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.
Call it a kiss, but I want to dip my fingers into a dark wine and paint your lips red and let it drip down your neck. I want to cup your wet chin and raise the goblet of your fine wine mouth to mine. I want to drink from you until we taste the same.