Nadya Nabakova - Take Me With You

There’s a specific kind of person who doesn't ask for permission to live. They just go .

"Take me with you," I whisper to the screen, even though I’ve never met her. Even though she exists in a liminal space between my daydreams and a passport stamp I haven’t earned yet. nadya nabakova take me with you

When you leave for the mountains at 5 AM, when you slip out of the party without saying goodbye, when you decide to chase the storm instead of running from it—my hand is on the doorframe. There’s a specific kind of person who doesn't

I won't slow you down. I'll carry the heavy bag. I won't ask "Are we there yet?" " I whisper to the screen

Nadya Nabakova is that person.