“Sometimes you have to let go of others so you can better hold on to yourself.”

How hard it must be to love someone so broken.

Rest is a form of productivity they never wanted you to find.

If my broken pieces could make you whole, than at least my breaking would be worth it.

I will sit with my feelings and you can sit with yours. But lets sit together so not to feel alone.

In the darkness there are no shadows to fear.

I don’t tolerate it. I don’t accept it. I fucking celebrate it – love is love.

Sometimes I write so I can forget and sometimes I write so I won’t.

The smallest act of kindness can spread the greatest gift of hope.

I was too busy trying enough for the both of us to realize how much I shouldn’t be.

I can’t change the whole world but I can change my world.

I won’t be waiting around to see where you stand. I can stand on my own.

I would rather be known and disliked than never truly known at all.

Words aren’t enough but they are all I have to hold on to right now to keep from falling and near hitting bottom.

I am a mother because my hearts live outside my body.

How can something drain and fill me all at once.

The expectation of happiness can induce quite the opposite.

I want you to know I won’t let you hold me until you promise me you’ll never let me go.

What gives in letting go is so much better than what stays with holding on.

If you can’t let go then maybe you were meant to hold on.

I’m up against the tide with nowhere to hide these waves are drowning me the currents are too strong I am struggling to hold on close to giving up now hopefully I’ll find my feet somehow.

Hold on to who we are before the world tries to tear us apart.

Don’t let this dissipate. Don’t let this evaporate into thin air. Don’t let this go.

We hold on to people like stars on a moonless night.

Hold on to the ones who accept your rainbow as well as dark skies.