“Hour 36 of labor. I pull at god’s necktie dig a hole at the hospital floor.”

My entire life I’ve waited for a man to teach the world how to treat me and if he’d step in and convince them all.

I should now admit I once made a fake account just to talk to you once more.

It finally happened like I thought it might I run into you.

You can’t go to a kindergarten teacher after me.

One tornado I lived through got the house.

The argentinian kisses me on a beach in tulum.

May my children never read this.

You’re rolling me in coffee hands I’m u-turn smoked rubber coming back- oh I’m spent, ask on the still.

When I reached for what I wanted, they said I left my needs behind. But if all birds need is on the ground why then do they fly?

Oh the salt water I had to sweat to realize there was an ocean inside of me.

I found my old diary tonight. A brokenness I had forgotten pen pressured so deep it punctured page. I ran my fingers over my words and there inside ridges black I found a little girl desperate for someone to save her, desperate for the very woman I have become.

This morning I tell the kindest man on earth after two dates, you are good and you are not my man. My man is not as good as you.

I know this won’t always be a good deal for me I make it anyway.

Don’t get too used to being alone.

I want to be in an Jane Austen novel with you.

God is a woman and like every woman has millions of years of men speaking for her.

God does not change – and neither does His love. He loved you before you were born… He loves you now… and He will love you forever.

He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

You have to be born a sex symbol. You don’t become one. If you’re born with it, you’ll have it even when you’re 100 years old.

We are all born to die – the difference is the intensity with which we choose to live.

He not busy being born is busy dying.

Birth control has almost completely and totally disappeared from the global health agenda, and the victims of this paralysis are the people of Sub-Saharan Africa and South Asia.

For before this I was born once a boy, and a maiden, and a plant, and a bird, and a darting fish in the sea.

Maybe it’s NOT Maybelline. Maybe you were just born with it.