Nghi Vo

I am yours, and so I will be your light and your laughter. I am yours, so open your eyes to look at me, and open your mouth so that I may kiss it. I am yours, I am yours, and nevermore will I leave

Home was still home, they thought as they walked, and it was a mistake to let nostalgia convince them that it was completely safe.

If you love someone, you must let them change.

because growing up, growing older, was always a kind of loss, even if what was gained repaid it all and then some.

To hear of people who can speak and love and reason and to still think that they are beasts, why, only a man could do that

We are not beasts, and I know this because no goat grieves as I do. No raven will have her own wings cut so she can no longer fly. No crocodile will bear a wound because it is better than forgetting.

I wish I were a beast.

Sometimes, you cannot survive and still be who you were.

his breath harsh and full of teeth