Kalyn Josephson

this ride depended on trust and mutual respect

Let the crow do the work; it knows what it’s doing.

It’d taken me months to confide in her, convinced the moment I told someone how I felt, as if the world had split apart and swallowed me whole, they’d call me ridiculous. Dramatic. Weak. Instead, she’d listened, and then she’d held me while I cried until my throat turned raw.