“You have so much yet you are always hungry for more. The trick to being well-fed is you have to stop looking up at everything you don’t have and look around at everything you do.”

Fall in love with your solitude.

On the last day of love, my heart cracked inside my body.

We need more love not from men but from ourselves and each other.

Trying to convince myself I am allowed to take up space is like writing with my left hand when I was born to use my right.

You do not just wake up and become the butterfly -Growth is a process.

I am hopelessly a lover and a dreamer and that will be the death of me.

There is a difference between someone telling you they love you and them actually loving you.

And here you are living despite it all.

You were so afraid of my voice I decided to be afraid of it too.

How is it so easy for you to be kind to people? he asked. Milk and honey dripped from my lips as I answered cause people have not been kind to me.

You are the faint line between faith and blindly waiting – letter to my future lover.

Why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it?

The idea that we are so capable of love but still choose to be toxic.

Do not bother holding onto that thing that does not want you – you cannot make it stay.

I long for you but you long for someone else, I deny the one who wants me cause I want someone else.

You have to stop searching for why at some point you have to leave it alone.