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

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.

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.

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

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.

You spent years planting red flags convincing me they were roses.

Imagine how beautiful life would be spent if we spent it lost in moments rather than memories.

If a man does not have the sauce, then he is lost. But the same man can be lost in the sauce.

I’m just a careful person around wheels and stuff like that. I try to be as cautious as I can, cause I lost friends to motorcycle accidents and car accidents. So I don’t ever play around anything like that.

I Have been lost more times than I can count. But, oh, it is surely the times that I’ve been found that matter more.

I feel like I’ve lost so many amazing traits because I’ve listened to stupid people, ignorant people who are bullies.

A good impression is lost so quickly.

Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.

I lost so much of myself, when I lost them both. I learnt how to be strong on my own and for everyone else.