Some people live like they’re trying not to break. I live to feel every crack.

 I came into the world with a voice that refused to hide. I want to give language to what so many of us couldn’t say out loud. I want it to be a home for anyone who had ever felt too tender, too queer, too alive for the world around them. I want to speak and write about love and loss and identity with such raw honesty that it could stop you in your tracks.  

I don’t want to get out without a broken heart. I don’t want to slip quietly through life. I want to be changed by it, marked by it, shattered and remade by love. I am full of gratitude, awe, and a steady reminder that beauty and sorrow often share the same breath.  

I want to learn and teach how to stay soft in a world that can be cruel. 

The goal isn’t to survive untouched. It’s to love so deeply that you can’t help but be changed. It’s to let the breaking be proof that you were here and that you lived all the way through.