“Every single ounce of pain I have ever felt was a bend on the road that led me to you.”

Be an artist in a world of content creators.

Curves on a body are invitations to desire. Embrace them wherever they are.

Reserve the language of sculpture for the art of sculpture. Lest you confuse beauty with the shape of a jaw or art with the size of a stomach.

My hands reached your body like braille, and your curves and edges tell a story of beauty and grace.

Your trauma doesn’t build character, it builds a wall around you.

What good is forever when all we have is now?

Grief is a love preservative. My heart is a jar. My blood is the brine. The memory of you I steal inside.

Don’t ever think I am fragile because I asked you to handle me with care. It was not a plea, it was a warning. My strength keeps me safe but I can’t say the same for you.

In leaving me you turned of the future into a creature of the past.

These secrets sit sourly on my tongue. They linger the longer I go without a sip of your sweet elixir.

How exhausting it must be to fear death, when you can simply howl at the moon.

Your lips I see they without from me, but your eyes can’t keep a secret.

The fear that I would one day run out of things to say to you became the hope that soon I can sit in silence with you.

You met me whole and left me broken.

I don’t need you to myself in order to love you as my own.

Nothing is ever black and white but I’m sick and tired of all the grey area.

Is it a boon or curse I wonder; to feel another’s pain so much to consider it my own? To moan another’s funeral as if it were my own?

A million feelings. A thousand thoughts. A hundred memories. All for one person.

What if last time felt so beautiful simply because it actually was our last time?

How does it feel to have everything and still suffer from the lack of it? I have all the love in me, but without yours it means nothing at all.

I feel like I’m really young and I’m only thinking about my career and continuing playing.

Whether we are New Dealer, Old Dealer, Liberty Leaguer or Red, whether we agree or not, we still have the right to think and speak how we feel.

I feel only my friends and family need to know what is happening in my personal life.

As a sportsperson, the best thing is people recognising you and loving you for what you do. For me, glamour is 100 people in the hotel feeling happy to see you.