“Find rest in the space between who you are and who you want to be.”

Maybe strength is less about carrying the load and more about letting go.

We all start off afraid.

Give yourself time to rest + heal + then rise.

Do not settle in the dirt. Get up and make something from it.

Kind people aren’t doormats.

Boundaries aren’t walls to keep people out, they are tools to let the right energy in.

We heal in a community, take my hand and I’ll take yours.

You don’t need to go far to find beauty. – you just need to start seeing yourself.

Distressed but not defeated.

Better yourself. Don’t belittle yourself.

It’s okay to know what you want, it’s equally okay to be fighting it out well.

Mistakes happen to refine us, not define us.

Things do not have to be shiny and loud, to be important.

Don’t rob the world of who you are by trying to be someone else.

We grow by being present, not by being perfection.

Get rid of the idea that your healing is tied to someone else’s apology.

The universe likes SPEED. Don’t delay, don’t second-guess, don’t doubt.

This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.

Lost in the space between friend and lover. I am and none of these things.

Your presence is poetic, mysterious and deep. If you don’t mind I’d like to read you; uncover the dirty secrets hidden within your pages and fill that missing space between your sheets.

I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.

It’s not going to do any good to land on Mars if we’re stupid.