“You feel like home, and everywhere I’ve never been all at once.”

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.

All that destiny in those wild eyes, and so much passion in that wild heart.

A soft lover and a wild wanderer.

I think its breathtaking – How your heart just spills out of you.

Go where you breathe free.

You are a golden thing in this heavy, heavy world.

Settling will always leave the heart relentlessly unsettled.

If they are for you, you’ll feel it in your chest walls.

She’s beautiful chaos and wild butterflies.

Why else are we here if not to live with unreasonable passion for things.

Sometimes I feel like crying, tears of happiness, tears of joy, to see the distance we’ve come and the progress we’ve made.

When I look at narcissism through the vulnerability lens, I see the shame-based fear of being ordinary. I see the fear of never feeling extraordinary enough to be noticed, to be lovable, to belong, or to cultivate a sense of purpose.

I feel a moral obligation to speak out at this key moment in human history – it is a moment for action.

I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I’d never seen before in my life.

I always like going South; somehow, it feels like going downhill.

You have to go with your gut sometimes, and how you feel.

Nobody can understand what you’re feeling unless they burn the way you burned.

Where a man feels at home, outside of where he’s born, is where he’s meant to go.