2 Quotes by Tanya Markul

It took acknowledging the brokenness of the world to dare making herself whole.

Love the stale glitter on your tired face and the tangled bird’s nest you call hair. Love your wobbly messiness, bad grammar, and sailor cussing flair. Love the crystals falling out of your bra and the feathers stuffed in your pocket. Love the scariness of what you know is held in your little heart locket.