If I Had A Bike Id Ride Everywhere I Dont Know Why I Dont Have One Really

(by John Kyle Zimmerman)

moonlight shining softly through the blinds onto a wall in a dark room is something that can be so personal

House & Garden UK | Hannah Cecil Gurney’s West London flat.

"I thought that it was more likely the opposite. I must have shut grief out. Found it in books. Cried over fiction instead of the truth. The truth was unconfined, unadorned. There was no poetic language to it, no yellow butterflies, no epic floods. There wasn't a town trapped underwater or generations of men with the same name destined to make the same mistakes. The truth was vast enough to drown in."

Nina LaCour, from We Are Okay