“Darling why do you always run from the things that scare you?”

My words, the ink, on this page they’re all for you.

I used to think my heart was made of glass the way it was so easy for you to shatter it.

You are allowed to feel the way you feel.

I’ve got a wandering heart that yearns for the people and places I haven’t met yet.

It took me a long time but I finally met people who made me stop craving you.

when the oceans heart breaks and the mermaid cries, her tears become sea glass-a gentle reminder that sometimes beautiful things come from pain.

It was only when I accepted the end of our story, Was i able to begin a new chapter with a better man.

You are the love I always knew I deserved.

He told me that I was too much, that I gave too much, that I loved too much. But now I know he wasn’t enough.

Remember me as a wanderer wild, with bright blue eyes and a heart of golden fire.

Today I am broken but tomorrow I will be gentle, I will be kind and i will bloom again.

You were a lost boy the summer you tried teaching me how to fly.

If loving you made sense the universe wouldn’t have let us go our separate ways.

I know he was toxic but at the end of the day a piece of me loved him and that’s hard to forget.

He likes to pull me in close, rub my nose against his. I didn’t know love could be sweet and tender like this.

I want a love that shouts from the rooftops holds me close in bed, wants to show me off and will forever hold my hand.

Let’s not be afraid to look at everything that has brought us to where we are now and trust that we will soon see in it the guiding hand of a loving God.

Baptists never make love standing up. They’re afraid someone might see them and think they’re dancing.

Never be afraid to fall apart in front of the stars. They do not twinkle with judgment.

I have not lived as a woman. I have lived as a man. I’ve just done what I damn well wanted to, and I’ve made enough money to support myself, and ain’t afraid of being alone

Idolatry is committed, not merely by setting up false gods, but also by setting up false devils; by making men afraid of war or alcohol, or economic law, when they should be afraid of spiritual corruption and cowardice.

We keep secrets from people that we love because we’re afraid of our own truth. I think sometimes we’re afraid to hurt people, because you never know. I think we’re afraid of what is, and what can’t be.

In the long run I certainly hope information is the cure for fanaticism, but I am afraid information is more the cause than the cure.

Obstacles are like wild animals. They are cowards but they will bluff you if they can. If they see you are afraid of them… they are liable to spring upon you; but if you look them squarely in the eye, they will slink out of sight.