“I am not afraid of fire. It was fire who taught me to swim.”

You’re holding the world and its woes. But in the end who’s holding you?

I may be skinny, but my love for you – its heavier than heavy.

If they ask you about your vice – I hope you mention my name.

And in your city – you call me “home.”

I know you’re a hazard, but you’re a hazard I forever want in my head.

I didn’t start the fire – but I sure lit you up a few times.

She’s lightening and she’s ready to strike the bones out of you.

Sure, there are oceans and seas and magnificent things – but none of them are you.

I’m crazy for being the one who tries to fix the broken in you.

She’s a jesus lover who likes to dance with the devil sometimes.

We were a short lived anthology of things no one else could read.

I don’t want lemonade. I want sugar free sour version of you.

We’re just some birds in this fucked up nest of a world.

I like you a little bit less- because I love you a little bit more.

Accidental things have purpose.

I ask you in circles, and you shape them as triangles in my head.

Don’t be afraid of failure & that’s a dam beautiful thing.

There are many reasons why we don’t tell people the truth. Maybe we’re not brave enough. Maybe we’re afraid to lose someone by telling the truth. Maybe all we want for the person we love is to be happy – with or without us.

When I came into this industry, I was never afraid to be myself.

I’m not afraid to make mistakes.

I’m not afraid to make mistakes.

I know you are afraid to love again, but let the thrill of love be bigger than your fear of hurt.

I push people away because I’m afraid if I get hurt, I might not heal again. I push them so away. I paint my walls so good they can’t recognize me anymore. I don’t give people a chance.

Don’t be afraid to love all your broken pieces. They will finally wether with the waters of ages, shrinking into friendly gemlike pebbles that are soft to your soul.