“I’ve spent a lot of time weaving, but you’d know it from my hands.

With threads, hair, and twisted fabrics, I weave fragments of myself, bits of other people. I weave in lies, and I weave in love, and in the end, it’s hard to know if one keeps me warmer than the other.”

Excerpt form The Rapture of Canaan by Sheri Reynolds

(Source: sandraeileen)