ode to my sister

"Making my sister laugh is a shot of serotonin straight into my heart. Or, brain? 

Probably brain. Serotonin in your heart is probably not a good thing."

(Emily Henry, Book Lovers)

A windy Saskatchewan day portrait.

"Birth is a kind of death. 

Death of the self, 

death of sleep,

death of your ability not to pee yourself a  little

when you laugh."

(Emily Henry, Book Lovers)