“I only know how to crave skin against skin and my heart against a chest like a fingerprint.”

I keep falling, and feeling, and loving too much, but isn’t feeling it all existence.

Keep your heart wilder than wild.

She’s got all the wildflower energy in her veins.

She’s made up of sweet tea and poetry.

This world will get heavy; stay unshaken in pursuit of the light.

I want a love that as deep as it feels, it breathes just as free.

Where they are walls, you soften me.

Just hoping for the gentle in the unknown.

Let things break you wide open, that’s where the golden light is.

Just let the chaos in you be beautiful. You are such a soft and wild thing.

My soul just thinks your soul is pure magic.

Why else love if not to feel stars exploding in our veins.

She blooms wild and burns bright.

She’s a beautiful wildness on fire.

I just like good souls, knowing them, being one, it’s kind of all that really matters.

Patience with how your heart wanders, you will find your way.

Why is it when you’re dieting, you crave everything?

Time is the king of all men, he is their parent and their grave, and gives them what he will and not what they crave.

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.

We have been raised to fear the yes within ourselves, our deepest cravings.

The ability to read awoke inside of me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

On the road as an artist u start to crave the studio.

It is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, that is poor.