What I am, at any given moment in the process of my becoming a person, will be determined by my relationships with those who love me or refuse to love me, with those whom I love or refuse to love.

– Harry Stack Sullivan –

Your darkness is a symphony

played in explosions of silence

to a crowd that has fallen in love with noise

If they refuse to applaud you

it isn’t because your music isn’t beautiful

It is because they have no idea

how to love what they don’t understand

And that, my darling, is the most horrific flaw in this mixed up world

– Christopher Poindexter –

Ph : Andre Brito

I don’t dare touch her.

Loss is a knowledge I’m sorry to have. Perhaps the only thing worse than experiencing it, is watching it replay anew in someone else – all the awful stages picking up like a chorus that has to be sung.

– Lauren DeStefano –