“And who will advocate for me? Me. Even when it feels lonely. Lonely is where we grow the most.”

I am hell-bent on loving my hell.

Think of how good tomorrow might be.

I love my sadness because it is honest.

You write poems or you are a poem. That is where you’ll shine.

Your love is only as good as your intention.

Your trauma is never indicative of who you are and how well you deserve to be loved.

Meet me with authenticity or not at all.

Do you see who I am beyond your judgment? I lay with my core, and there is a force in there.

Don’t fear it. That pull between your heart and mind. It is trying to teach you. It is learning your language.

It’s hard to know who I am when who I am always swallows me whole.

If my skin is going to crawl, I pray it crawls into safer spaces.

I am learning that most of my fear of others is my own judgment of myself.

It is a valuable thing to learn the difference between who is in your corner and who is in your way.

Let your love be bigger than your anger.

For each person you encounter is also you.

Letting go is actually the easiest decision we can make. We become so adapted to the weight of our heavy hearts that being light again is a foreign language.

If we live in a world governed by feeling and emotion, let’s just make sure it’s a good one

Passion is energy. Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you.

We only feel pain when we feel love.

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.

I like to feel prejudice towards people who are prejudice.

Whatever you feel, you become. It is your responsibility.

We need not be afraid to touch, to feel, to show emotion. The easiest thing in the world is to be what you are, what you feel.

Think before you speak, your words could hurt someone’s feeling more than you intended it to.