“The night is young we can keep talking till morning but lets change to the body language instead.”

I no longer wonder what you are doing now I just know you exist and I hope you haven’t unlearnt the way we used to vibrate towards each other without words.

From all the flowers on the earth, she preferred to be a cactus-to bloom for the one, to push away the rest.

I asked god, “why do we sin?” God replied, “The roses in the garden smell delightfully, but in your vase, they rot, just like people in conditions that don’t belong to them.”

We loved each other when trusting was a threat.

When you find your purpose, all your pieces suddenly become functional, even the broken ones.

How can we love the world if we can’t tolerate our own mistakes.

Its dangerous but you can’t surf on ripples.

The more you know her the more it scares yet it makes you wish you knew her more.

Blind are those who see only through eyes.

They said my success happened naturally, but who said nature is easy?

I have felt so much on my own I need a serious reason to let you in.

When the chaos creates comfort, and pain stops hurting your head, when you learn and accept the whole world, You know you possess yourself.

She was a strong and smart woman and could repair even a leaking sink and a broken TV. Doing everything on her own, still she always let him pull down her zipper…

Her stories always ended with three dots, sounding like an unfinished melody; she hoped he would guess the rest.

Baby we are not getting older each day we live our new versions and the new has no age.

Whats there to remember we made the most memories remembering each other.

He’s fully committed to appreciating his body with all its flaws and imperfections, more and more every day.

If you are powerfully embracing your physical body and your sexuality, you are living fully in your humanness and that is as spiritual as it gets.

Touch me. Make my body bloom. A million cherry blossoms.

Let self-love be the oxytocin for your body let it captivate your bones with self-acceptance.

Sex is not a map to me anymore I am more than my physical body.

Treat your body like a home where your soul feels safe.

My arms spread like wings to your side of the bed, as I close my eyes. The sound of the rain, like music to my ears, my body sinks deep into my sheets. As I fall asleep with my heart in peace.

It is the mind that makes the body rich. There is no class so pitiably wretched as that which possesses money and nothing else.