“Your inner child is your purest gut.”

Even if it takes forever for you to bloom, make sure you are the most humble person in the room.

The goodbyes seem so untouchable yet causing impossible hopeless scars.

Slowly, you turned away. Slowly, I collapsed.

Change is scary when you too know you have been blind enough.

Anxiety lives free in my head, while happiness says away it has fled.

Don’t push away your emotions too hard, remember they can push back if held for too long.

The magic isn’t about together always it’s about love anyways.

Live up to what seems the best, not what people tell you is the best.

Tell me you are not aching, tell me you’re pretending.

Respect your body, it’s a home to be thankful for.

Those pages became the ocean I left my traces on.

There always will be people to put you down, make sure there always is your desire to stay strong.

It’s good to give up on some things, sometimes it lets you free.

Let your love consume you.

There’s another part of me which resists you, which loves me.

Even the pages I ink crave your name.