“Tell me that you’re sorry. That you know we’re not stars. We’re just people. Tell me that you know there’s nothing poetic about plane tickets. Tell me that you want to buy them anyway.”
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”
“here’s to being your own therapist and still needing a therapist, here’s to the stories…”
“See what time and distance does to us? How it makes us soft and forgetful?”