“If they are for you, you’ll feel it in your chest walls.”

Why else are we here if not to live with unreasonable passion for things.

Some people are just light, glow, hope; human stars.

I think I melt from authenticity more than anything.

Boys with mischievous smiles and poetry hearts.

You have a breathtaking wildfire heart.

You remind me what heavens air felt like, I think you’re here to walk me home.

To be steady in the soul and free in the spirit.

It’s been really, really hard, but you’ve been so brave.

Beautiful flower, grow untamed.

I only know how to crave skin against skin and my heart against a chest like a fingerprint.

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

The sun-kissed ones, they leave a sweetness with you that changes the air you breathe forever.

Be gentle with the way you’re learning to hold your own heart.

I hope I make it a little softer here for someone.

I think you’re made of flowers, how you bloom when there’s light in your skin.

She loves like a awakening.

You laugh, but you haven’t seen me in a tux. Or maybe you don’t like broad-shouldered guys with muscular chest and washboard abs?

I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.

I was just a big fan of tattoos always growing up, and I wanted something cool that symbolizes what I’ve been through in my life, and everything on my chest and my back is like a collage.

I’m just more content with myself. Like, if I’ve got something to say, I want to get it off of my chest.

I can’t say I was really that surprised when the doctor told me I needed a defibrillator inserted in my chest.

I can honestly say, after talking about my mom passing away, I got the biggest weight off of my chest.

Modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues.

Think of mission like the paddles of a defibrillator applied to the chest of a dying church.