“She brought the kind of light that was similar to the sun right after it rains.”

Mark my words. Memories of me will haunt you when you sleep at night. No one forgets a love like mine.

You were the type of person who would put bandaid over a knife wound, and casually as if I was okay.

I knew he could be my North Star when he made me feel something after being numb for so long.

Sometimes its easier to focus on the pain you’ve felt. Instead, think of the strength you’ve gained.

She decided to name the stars. And as each one fell from the sky, her body got warmer. Her heart opened.

Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.

Like deep water, she was silent. His lips tasted of salt. He was both addicting and bitter all at once.

I’m choosing to build castle out of the things that nearly destroy me.

I found him in all the chaos, and that was when my world started making sense again.

She’s got a glow about her. The kind that says- She’s been through some dark pain, but she’s lighting her own way now.

There is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.

A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.

I’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.

People do not change for other people. They will only change for themselves.

I’m afraid to let lightening strike me, but I think you and I could be the perfect storm.

She stopped letting him clip her wings, and slowly made her way towards the sun.

Love has three kinds of origin, namely: suffering, friendship and love. A human love has a corporal and intellectual origin.

Being kind doesn’t mean you are a pushover. Don’t let them convince you otherwise.

The history of mankind is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations on the part of man toward woman.

I’m kind of still learning my voice and learning my style.

Maybe age is kinder to us than we think. With my bad eyes, I can’t see how bad I look, and with my rotten memory, I have a good excuse for getting out of a lot of stuff.

I used to write stories. Handwriting stories in school were a big deal for me. That’s kind of what I did.

Only as a child’s awareness and reverence for the wholeness of life are developed can his humanity to his own kind reach its full development.

I wouldn’t give myself any advice, because advice is kinda bullshit. Take a deep breath and don’t take any of it too seriously.