“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
“Do not convince yourself that your suffering was futile, that your scars are simply scars instead of stories. Do not keep your past suspended like an anchor in the back of your throat, for it is time to speak. I… — 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 that used your dry bones like kindling in the middle of winter. Tell me about the house fire, the ashes which you rose from. Tell me about your resurrection - but don't you dare tell me… — Bianca Sparacino Copy Share
“Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will figure out what inspires you, you will curate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity, and when you do meet the person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of… — Bianca Sparacino Copy Share
“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
