Sadness had long arms.
The thing I love about you is every fucking thing.
In my dreams I walk right up to you and do whatever we want.
I don’t know who needs to hear this but you are allowed to be messy and wild when it comes to love.
I want your name in my mouth.
Kiss me against a wall and tell me everything will be okay.
Put on a record and take off most of your clothes.
This is the part of your story where you trust yourself.
The wildness in me honors the wildness in you.
Design your life so you get to make art and love very often.
I’m not reasonable I’m fucking magic.
I have come to the exact part of my life that my mother did not tell me about.
Wouldn’t it be so fucking romantic if we wrote letters to each other?
Art is more important than what you think of me.
It will feel better when it quits hurting.
Life is figuring out how bad you want it.
Do not wait too long to love yourself or anybody else.
You’ve ruined me in all the best ways.
On the earth at the same time kind of vibe.
Its incredible how gentle and rough life is at the same time.
I am a complicated woman and I know it.
I know hundreds of woman who do not know to scream.
I’m so glad we found each other in this great big mess.
It took me a long time to grow into this heart.
I just want to be wrapped up in sheets and your vibe.
Basically it’s like this, sometimes you have to tell fear to gently fuck off.
You are a living breathing museum.