“When I love I leave nothing for the dogs.”

When you’ve been hurt so many times every reaching hand looks hungry not helpful.

I am tired of being the frontline to other peoples war if i must die today may it be for myself.

Your happiness doesn’t need permission from someone else.

She undresses like honey In a half emptied bottle, it is warm it is good it is god.

Down to earth but she stayed an angel.

Mouths open and very close catching sounds inside our throats.

Listening-it is a love I cherish well.

Is it love that really binds us? isn’t lust the first to find us? Was my heart so fucking worthless that you threw it all behind us?

Skin is just the softest cage.

Dear hands, Don’t let them tell you art is a hopeless pursuit art my friends is pursuing light for the hopeless.

When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.

Pain has one name but finds you through many.

My longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.

My longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.

When we die plant us close so life grows from our love still. Even in death my chest will bloom for you.

A vicious cycle of becoming the thing that hurt you the most- Life.

I’m an introvert. I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.

Dogs never bite me. Just humans.

Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.

We also have a dog. His name’s Beast. He’s a sheepdog. He’s super cute. I love him.

He that lieth down with Dogs, shall rise up with Fleas.

The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.

Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called Ego.

A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. a man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker.