“Dear me, I love you the most when you are being yourself.”

You have caused many oceans to pour from the very eyes everyone says I got from you.

We lock away our secrets and push them deep down so they feel farther away but they will always be inside us, no matter how well we hide the key.

I come as a full course meal, I will no longer hand myself out like a menu and wait for people to pick me out.

I’ve been boiling up for too long, and I’m about to erupt. Its time for the world to feel my fire.

But maybe, We don’t need to be whole to be complete, maybe the fact that we are all a little unfinished is what makes us so alluring, so human.

I’ve spent a lot of my life being lost but aren’t those the best adventures?

Then the light came and swept me off my feet.

Sitting watching the sunset she was thinking about him the way she always did when she saw something beautiful.

When everyone that exists right now becomes history packed into the soil and stars I wonder what they will learn about us.

I’ll never understand how you dumped water on me but didn’t notice me drowning.

Sometimes I just want to put my hands in the air and scream all the reasons I love life into the wind. Until someone comes along to celebrate with me.

I can’t wait to collect memories from every corner of the earth to splash in the vastness of this beautiful world.

Run. Run as fast as you can it doesn’t matter where as long as you feel the wind against your skin. As long as you leave everything safe behind you and don’t look back.

Thoughts are just visitors passing through our minds, sometimes they stay awhile uninvited- anxiety.

You have always been able to manipulate my heart in such a way that even though I’m bleeding, I offer you band aids that are holding me together.

Piece by piece we rebuild the moon each night.

To say that I am made in the image of God is to say that love is the reason for my existence, for God is love. Love is my true identity. Selflessness is my true self. Love is my true character. Love is my name.

Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.

I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.

The fire and excitement may be gone now that we don’t go out there and sing them anymore, but the ring of fire still burns around you and I, keeping our love hotter than a pepper sprout.

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

I love working out to Michael Jackson.

Life is the question and life is the answer, and God is the reason and love is the way.

A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.