“Learn it well. Wear your hair wild, embrace your anger and learn to wield it without fear as a sword against those who hurt you.”

I lost a God once.

And what if there are things inside you that are much too difficult to love and you wished you were someone else instead?

Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.

You have never forgotten how home was more than just a language you grew inside your mouth before you said it in a way your tongue bled.

When no one aids you, you build your own legs.

You can strive to be perfect. Or you can strive to be art.

Sometimes all it takes to help someone survive anything brutal are those six words: ‘None of it was your fault.

There are three versions of you. The one that smiles and laughs with others, the one that hides and cries alone, and the one that has the ability to achieve greatness.

In human beings, a black hole is spending your energy loving someone who takes all of your love and gives back nothing in return.

The truth is, any hardship is bearable if you have someone to share it.

A shadow is just a shadow until it starts to scare you.

All children are born equally innocent, but all children are not born equally loved.

How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.

The old gods may be ash and bone now, but in us they rise anew.

No one told me love could be a God of both living and dying. That girls who love girls do not just drown, they also float.

What if I told you your damage doesn’t define you and the way you survive is no one’s damned business?

I’ve always loved playing with hair. I used to want dreads like Lauryn Hill, but my mom wouldn’t let me.

I have over a hundred wigs, I like to change them damn near every hour.

Gray hair is gods graffiti.

I wish my hair was thicker, and I wish my feet were prettier. My toes are really ugly. I wish my ears were smaller. And my nose could be smaller too.

You know you’re living right when you wake up, brush your hair – and confetti falls out!

May the hair on your toes never fall out!

The brighter the hair the closer to god.

He knew that hair couldn’t feel; he kissed her hair.