“He kissed me and I stared up at the sky, drinking in the midnight black. The night seemed endless, I wanted to hold the stars in the palm of my hand. I wanted to drink the moment in and commit it to poetry. I didn’t want to ever forget.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“On nights when you feel like your mouth Is filled with scar tissue when your fists are heavier than your clay heart, remember the broken that does not need replacement remember the lungs that pound air in a body too tired to kiss the sun tell yourself you are still working on it say healing, say tak…”— Tammy Danan, thoughtcatalog.com