“The irony of crashing into me is I will show you what safety looks like.”

I am nature taking its divine and natural course. I am homes being rebuilt after a tragedy. I am healing.

I will take this heart, these lungs, these hands and I will rebuild.

The more you judge others. The more you cage yourself.

Our greatness mistake was starting with potent lust, and allowing it to drip into lust.

For every breath that catches the attention of my lungs – I am grateful.

There is such beauty lying in the subtle calling of the seconds, of the milliseconds, if you slow down enough to capture it.

More breath than mind. More moon silk than sunbeam. More bone than break.

You reach a dangerous level of independence the moment you realize you are beating.

If you are in need of a safety net-sit with your own heartbeat for a little while.

Fear creates space for creativity. Love creates space for healing.

Never be afraid to fall apart in front of the stars. They do not twinkle with judgment.

My body has forgotten what my own warmth feels like and the ice on my skin has frost bitten all those who have tried to hold me.

I am learning to forgive all those who are not sorry.

Is there another human out there made from the same lightening as me that I have crashed into yet?

I stepped into love with grace. I stepped out of love with grace. The beginning was beautiful. The ending was beautiful.

The truth is your skin was my skin and shedding you is not an easy process.

Love is never wasted, for its value does not rest upon reciprocity.

I don’t actually like dates. I get awkward as I never know what to do.

I would really love to go on an archaeological dig.

You can’t hurt me, I found peace within myself.

If you love someone, you must be prepared to set them free.

Treat your men as you would your own beloved sons. And they will follow you into the deepest valley.

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.

I do not want you to hear that I love you, but I want you to feel it without me having to say.