We make patterns, we share moments.

“But all that is warm will go cold. My ears will fall off and my eyes will melt.…”

“I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whe…”

“If I could buck, I would. If I could howl at the moon, then I would. To feel th…”

“. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.”