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

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

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.

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.

The main goal of the future is to stop violence. The world is addicted to it.

Who else gotta stop at every mirror in the house.

The intensity of a fire, or a heavy concentration, to be a leader, you have to be able to concentrate on that fire and move just as soon as it stops or the last round hits.

Great things happen to those who don’t stop believing, trying, learning, and being grateful.

There are only two things to remember. Number one: Don’t Stop, and number two: Keep going!

You have to stop crying, and you have to go kick some ass.

Stop giving other people the power to control your happiness, your mind, and your life. If you don’t take control of yourself and your own life, someone else is bound to try.

But let me now stop; I may be a little partial, and view every thing with the jaundiced eye of melancholy – for I am sad – and have cause.