“The girl was lighter without her heart. She danced barefoot on the hot roads, and her feet were not cut by the glass or stones that studded her way. She spoke to the dead whenever they visited her. She tried to be kind, but they realized that they no longer had anything in common with her, and she realized it, too. So they went their separate ways.” – Helen Oyeyemi
WE MET AT SURF CAMP
I’ve never been sure of anything. I overthink, overanalyze, and overcomplicate every decision I ever have to make because I’m scared of making the wrong
