“You’ve touched me without even touching me.”

You were so afraid of my voice I decided to be afraid of it too.

How is it so easy for you to be kind to people? he asked. Milk and honey dripped from my lips as I answered cause people have not been kind to me.

You are the faint line between faith and blindly waiting – letter to my future lover.

Why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it?

The idea that we are so capable of love but still choose to be toxic.

Do not bother holding onto that thing that does not want you – you cannot make it stay.

I long for you but you long for someone else, I deny the one who wants me cause I want someone else.

You have to stop searching for why at some point you have to leave it alone.

You may want that boy but you certainly don’t need him.

Like the rainbow after the rain, joy will reveal itself after sorrow.

You are your own soulmate.

Your body is a museum of natural disasters can you grasp how stunning that is.

Love is not cruel, we are cruel. Love is not a game, we have made a game out of love.

To heal you have to get to the root of the wound and kiss it all the way up.

I could be anything in the world but I wanted to be his.

Representation is vital otherwise the butterfly surrounded by a group of moths unable to see itself will keep trying to become the moth.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.

We all have our own insecurities.

Do not use the sharpness of your speech on your mother who taught you how to speak.

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

You never know what the future holds or where life will take you.

Only strength respects strength.

False hope is nicer than no hope at all.

Each time we don’t say what we wanna say, we’re dying.