“If it is love it is always enough love is a quality, not a quantity.”

The snow will keep all of your secrets or none of them.

The contradiction of my lips so cold outside so warm within.

I am never going to stop trying to translate meaning from mundane.

I will bring you all of my dead flowers if you will breathe me a promise of spring.

Don’t talk to me like I am a lost little girl I am a wolf and these are my woods.

No matter the storm you are still standing to guide me home.

I am an expert at breaking my own heart.

The sun and moon are both awake, flirting from across the sky.

Without question, you have been the greatest adventure of my life.

There is no point in uprooting yourself to prove to others you can bloom.

The only thing that fills the void is pulling things out of it.

Home is where you feel.

I send you videos of birds you keep pointing out my wings.

Here I am spitting up roses in your name I hope you choke on the thorns.

There is magic in the minuscule.

Some of my favorite things are moments you have given me.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

Hate never sleeps, so neither can love!

If you’re not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

It doesn’t matter what blood or race or creed or color. Love is love and it breaks all boundaries and you just see it right away.

It’s easy to say I love you with your mouth. But I like when people say I love you with their heart.

And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows!