“Each kiss is my slice of heaven on earth.”

If I can inhale I can speak up.

I am filled with mirth at my own rebirth.

Leave all hurt in the past to let love in. Hopeful. Don’t block your blessings.

You don’t need him. Bloom baby, bloom.

Even the prettiest rose wilts.

What a privilege to be a woman.

But you’re acting like a weed.

A rose with her thorns is still a rose.

It was simply divine intervention.

Penetrate me with a love so deep, you will have ruined me for all others.

Oasis in the desert I swallow you entirely.

If tomorrow starts without me, let it be known I was born to be free.

Fuller and more resilient for the next season.

Take a California girl to a body of water and she calms from the crashing of waves. Sanctuary.

You pitched a tent, to explore the forest of my mind. And off you went, to hike my trail and watch me unwind. Let’s camp together.

Crying so hard, I can’t hardly breathe.

You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It’s all in the mind.

In heaven it is always autumn.

The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.

Earth is crammed with heavens.

My latest found, Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever new delight!

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

If I am right, then (religious fundamentalists) will not go to Heaven, because there is no Heaven. If they are right, then they will not go to Heaven, because they are hypocrites.

We’ll all be equal under the grass, and God’s got a heaven for country trash.