“Tell me about the hands that broke you like tree branches. Tell me about the heart that made you a home, the barren soul that used your dry bones like kindling in the middle of winter. Tell me about the… — Bianca Sparacino Copy Share Image
“Tell me about the hands that broke you like tree branches. Tell me about the heart that made you a home, the barren soul… — Bianca Sparacino Copy Share Image
“Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you… — Bianca Sparacino Copy Share Image
“Do not convince yourself that your suffering was futile, that your scars are simply scars instead of stories. Do not keep your past suspended… — Bianca Sparacino Copy Share Image
“Do you understand? What you are made of? The very stars combust in the night sky with the same atoms that make up your… — Bianca Sparacino Copy Share Image
