“I can take care of myself but still its nice knowing you love me enough to do the same.”

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.

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

I just want to be happy. If that’s me just being myself, then I don’t really care.

I will take care of me for you, if you will take care of you for me.

No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.

Women should have free access to every field of labor which they care to enter, and when their work is as valuable as that of a man it should be paid as highly.

Yet how hard most people work for mere dust and ashes and care, taking no thought of growing in knowledge and grace, never having time to get in sight of their own ignorance.

If you find it in your heart to care for somebody else, you will have succeeded.

You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.