“Curves on a body are invitations to desire. Embrace them wherever they are.”

You can make my chest swell with joy and cave with pain but peace is something I taught myself. Chest swelling chest caving with each new breath of fresh air.

You can love the way you look but still hate the way you are.

I find it so much harder to breathe when I’m fighting with you. You are my air and your love is my life force.

Be patient without being blind. Wait for what is worth waiting for but don’t wait for what’s not there.

Be an artist in a world of content creators.

Reserve the language of sculpture for the art of sculpture. Lest you confuse beauty with the shape of a jaw or art with the size of a stomach.

My hands reached your body like braille, and your curves and edges tell a story of beauty and grace.

Your trauma doesn’t build character, it builds a wall around you.

What good is forever when all we have is now?

Grief is a love preservative. My heart is a jar. My blood is the brine. The memory of you I steal inside.

Don’t ever think I am fragile because I asked you to handle me with care. It was not a plea, it was a warning. My strength keeps me safe but I can’t say the same for you.

In leaving me you turned of the future into a creature of the past.

These secrets sit sourly on my tongue. They linger the longer I go without a sip of your sweet elixir.

How exhausting it must be to fear death, when you can simply howl at the moon.

Your lips I see they without from me, but your eyes can’t keep a secret.

The fear that I would one day run out of things to say to you became the hope that soon I can sit in silence with you.

I’m a boy who appreciates a good body, regardless of the make.

The most beautiful parts of your body are those you had to grow again.

The thing about pessimism is that in most cases it’s nothing more than a front behind which a body can hide its most sweetful yet painful hopes. please forgive mine.

Read the scars on my body like braille, for I no longer know how to tell a story that belongs deeply to me but is no longer mine.

I tried body surfing once, but how often do you find a corpse?

Having bodyguards is just part of being famous, I think.

When the heart is right, the mind and the body will follow.

I like Jackie Chan because I’ve been a fan of Jackie’s forever. He’s broken every bone in his body for his commitment and dedication to doing his own stunts. So he’s the real deal.