“I’ve got to stop taking simple things for granted. Like waking up this morning.”

Caring too much about what people think of you is useless. Most people don’t even know what they think of themselves.

Good quality will attract the quantity.

Writing and music gave me the freedom to express my feelings and the ability to streamline my thoughts/creativity in ways that I couldn’t imagine.

More vacations and celebrations please.

It’s the humidity reminding me why I barely straighten my hair for me.

Theres a special place in my heart for people who take responsibility for their actions.

Sometimes you’ll want more for someone than they want for themselves. Sometimes you’ll want more from someone than they’re willing to give.

Funny thing about the mind, It can trap and free you at the same time.

Apply pressure, chill and repeat.

They’ll try to point out your flaws because they hate their own.

There are people that love you. Stop focus on the ones that don’t.

Intentions and actions don’t always align…so before I react I try to remember that.

I mind my business. Thats my peace of mind.

Don’t bend over backwards for people who don’t want you to move forward.

My happiness is my responsibility.

Smile baby. You’re alive. You’ve got options.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.

Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep’d in the morning dews.

What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.

The chilly morning breeze wakes me this whiff of fall is so welcoming, my soul craves the changing leaves along with the toasty seasonal drinks while I am wrapped in my blanket basking in warm, sweet dreams.

You are the cream in my coffee as you lather me with your sweet kisses, brightening up my every morning. Your existence is ever so adoring.

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

Things are always better in the morning.