Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3...– Jack Kerouac, Selected Letters
We meet again. How i’ve become so fond of your unannounced visits, I will never know.
You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how...– Warsan Shire
Me: My head hurts.
Me: My stomach hurts.
WebMD: Chron's Disease.
Me: I'm tired.
Me: My wrist hurts.