“Ancient shamans asked the sick one question only when did you stop singing?”

The most revolutionary act women can do is take back the life that belongs to you.

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.

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

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.

The critical question about regret is whether experience led to growth and new learning. Some people seem to keep on making the same mistakes, while others at least make new ones. Regret and remorse can be either paralyzing or inspiring.

If it is necessary sometimes to lie to others, it is always despicable to lie to oneself.

The act of revealing oneself fully to another and still being accepted may be the major vehicle of therapeutic help.

I wanted to change the world. But I have found that the only thing one can be sure of changing is oneself.

Life which should be high and full, lived for oneself, but not above all for others those who are at hand and those who are far distant, contemporaries, and those who will come after.

To be oneself is a rare thing, and a great one.

The problem with leaderless uprisings taking over is that you don’t always know what you get at the other end. If you are not careful you could replace a bad government with one much worse!

There is no harm in being sometimes wrong – especially if one is promptly found out.