“We are all just infinities, bounded by our bodies, trying to find forever in a numbered days.”

On quiet nights, I find the raging oceans within me, dancing with the moonlight.

So darling, pick up those pieces and make something beautiful out of them because you can. You might have to bake them hot to rejoin them but trust me, it’s worth it.

You are the dream I never want to wake up from.

A few days might mean nothing, but when you are going through hell, they feel like an eternity.

I push people away because I’m afraid if I get hurt, I might not heal again. I push them so away. I paint my walls so good they can’t recognize me anymore. I don’t give people a chance.

After you, no one has really stayed. Maybe it’s because I look for you in everyone else.

The lantern of my dreams, the more it burns, the brighter it seems.

How many tears and how much pain. Before I stand up tall and rise again?

When you are on your way to find yourself, Remember that getting lost is a part of the process.

Once I was the sun. The sun that burnt so bright it lit up everyone’s sky. The sun ran out of fuel. The sun that died under its own weight. The sun that sucks on the light of others now. The sun is now a black hole, itself.

Don’t be afraid to love all your broken pieces. They will finally wether with the waters of ages, shrinking into friendly gemlike pebbles that are soft to your soul.

I have always wished someone to look right through all my struggles without me having to utter a word.

Leave me alone in the rain. Let me feel the pain.

The brighter the light, The darker the shadows. The more the lights, The more the number of shadows.

INAUDIBLE. How am I supposed to clean up this mess? Put the pieces back together and make sure it feels alright in my chest. Then wear a smile and walk ahead.

I am an arrow – Put me in your bow and let fly. Let this story go by in the blink of an eye.

I’m not a genetically superior person. I built my body.

I’m a bad guitar tuner. I have to pay somebody to tune my guitars.

Working out is incredibly boring. I swear it’s true that the bigger your muscles get, the fewer brain cells you have.

When we make the cerebral state the beginning of an action, and in no sense the condition of a perception, we place the perceived images of things outside the image of our body, and thus replace perception within the things themselves.

If my body is enslaved, still my mind is free.

When I went from girl body to woman body and all of a sudden I had tits and hips and a little tummy and natural fat in places, I freaked out.

It’s not the face, but the expressions on it. It’s not the voice, but what you say. It’s not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.

And I also see how this body influences external images: it gives back movement to them.