“You cry and tell yourself to toughen up but what’s tougher than feeling?”

I don’t tolerate it. I don’t accept it. I fucking celebrate it – love is love.

Sometimes I write so I can forget and sometimes I write so I won’t.

The smallest act of kindness can spread the greatest gift of hope.

I was too busy trying enough for the both of us to realize how much I shouldn’t be.

I can’t change the whole world but I can change my world.

I won’t be waiting around to see where you stand. I can stand on my own.

I would rather be known and disliked than never truly known at all.

Words aren’t enough but they are all I have to hold on to right now to keep from falling and near hitting bottom.

I am a mother because my hearts live outside my body.

How can something drain and fill me all at once.

The expectation of happiness can induce quite the opposite.

No one is given time to spend on what they love, they take it.

It’s not my responsibility to fit into who you think I am. That’s not how this works.

You believe in magic and so do I, because I believe in you.

Those who fight the hardest for change are the ones who most believe its possible.

You can’t be a part of the solution, if you refuse to acknowledge you are part of the problem.