“The snow will keep all of your secrets or none of them.”

Those who are capable of great love will always pay in great grief.

The contradiction of my lips so cold outside so warm within.

I am never going to stop trying to translate meaning from mundane.

I will bring you all of my dead flowers if you will breathe me a promise of spring.

Don’t talk to me like I am a lost little girl I am a wolf and these are my woods.

No matter the storm you are still standing to guide me home.

I am an expert at breaking my own heart.

The sun and moon are both awake, flirting from across the sky.

Without question, you have been the greatest adventure of my life.

There is no point in uprooting yourself to prove to others you can bloom.

The only thing that fills the void is pulling things out of it.

If it is love it is always enough love is a quality, not a quantity.

Home is where you feel.

I send you videos of birds you keep pointing out my wings.

Here I am spitting up roses in your name I hope you choke on the thorns.

There is magic in the minuscule.

The secret of life is not to have everything you want, but to want everything you have.

I’ll write my secrets in the sand next to driftwood and seashells then let the waves wash them away. Wishing forgetting was that easy. – secrets in the sand.

Be kind to others, so that you may learn the secret art of being kind to yourself.

Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.

The man who has not learned the secret of taking the drudgery out of his task by flinging his whole soul into it, has not learned the first principles of success or happiness.

These secrets sit sourly on my tongue. They linger the longer I go without a sip of your sweet elixir.

Your lips I see they without from me, but your eyes can’t keep a secret.

Find yourself a friend who makes you let go of secrets you didn’t know you were keeping.