→ I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.

→ Don’t forget to love her. The little girl you used to be. Perhaps she lies within you. Untucked. Sleeping peacefully.

→ A woman in love with another woman is revolution’s revolution: it is not an act of war. It is not an act of desperation. It is not an act of fear. It is - it always has been and it always, always will be - an act of love.

→ Does the sun ask itself, “Am I good? Am I worthwhile? Is there enough of me?” No, it burns and it shines. Does the sun ask itself, “What does the moon think of me? How does Mars feel about me today?” No, it burns, it shines. Does the sun ask itself, “Am I as big as other suns in other galaxies?” No, it burns, it shines.

→ Before I am your daughter, your sister, your aunt, niece, or cousin, I am my own person and I will not set fire to myself to keep you warm.

→ You learn to love the parts that used to disgust you. Those you cannot bear to adore, you learn to accept. Hating yourself is exhausting. It is time for you to rest.

→ Nunca desista daquilo que você não passa um dia sem pensar.

→ I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.

→ The morning will come again because no darkness, no season can last forever.