“here’s to being your own therapist and still needing a therapist, here’s to the stories you keep to yourself”
More from Trista Mateer
“I have a postcard mouth. All it ever says is: wish you were here.”
“accepting this body did not mean convincing myself that it was beautiful”
“See what time and distance does to us? How it makes us soft and forgetful?”
“Who taught you that love is only good until it’s opened? Who told you that it spoils? Why…”