“One of the sweetest ways to love – I’ll let you grow.”

She’s made up of sweet tea and poetry.

This world will get heavy; stay unshaken in pursuit of the light.

I want a love that as deep as it feels, it breathes just as free.

Where they are walls, you soften me.

Just hoping for the gentle in the unknown.

Let things break you wide open, that’s where the golden light is.

Just let the chaos in you be beautiful. You are such a soft and wild thing.

My soul just thinks your soul is pure magic.

Why else love if not to feel stars exploding in our veins.

She blooms wild and burns bright.

She’s a beautiful wildness on fire.

I just like good souls, knowing them, being one, it’s kind of all that really matters.

Patience with how your heart wanders, you will find your way.

All that destiny in those wild eyes, and so much passion in that wild heart.

A soft lover and a wild wanderer.

You feel like home, and everywhere I’ve never been all at once.

I don’t think you can be too ashamed of anything as long as you were being yourself. I think why people feel, um, so entitled over me is that they’ve watched me grow up. But that’s a blessing and a curse.

Everyone is constantly transitioning.

I’ve had so many insecurities, and am still getting over a lot.

The cultivation of Love is the greatest need today.

Ever since the Great Depression, we know that one of the key ways in which the US economy has stimulated growth is by manufacturing weapons and exporting war to other countries.

Growing up is important, and I’ve got to do that gracefully, but also keep myself at a good pace.

I never had a lot of friends growing up so having this insane amount of love and support really means a lot to me.

If we’re so smart and so much better than all the animals, and man rules the world, why can’t we just change all the time from, like, a caterpillar to a butterfly?