“The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.”

I drink to the ones who can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.

The tide has pulled the storm from my soul again. But in all that is right or wrong and pure, there is you, and your stunning ability to blur the lines and just be.

I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.

I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.

Moon child with your galaxy heart, cool your heels and stay awhile.

He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.

Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.

She is love, and a little fucking unstoppable.

And now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.

Every now and then I roam the catacombs in my head and attempt to resurrect you, and make you shiny again.

Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.

She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.

I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.

I am world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.

Melancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.

If I had known our last kiss was to be our last kiss, I would have kissed you as if it was our first.

I hope you become comfortable with the use of logic without being deceived into concluding that logic will inevitably lead you to the correct conclusion.

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

When you have that respect from your teammates, it makes it a lot more comfortable.

I think some aspects of writing can be taught. Obviously, you can’t teach vision or talent. But you can help with comfort.

The greatest fine art of the future will be the making of a comfortable living from a small piece of land.

The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.

You just try to take it one day at a time, You step on the basketball floor and just play. It’s fun. I’m comfortable with it.

Sometimes I’m so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.