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

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.

Even the pages I ink crave your name.

Remind yourself that you ended a chapter to start a new one not to re-read the previous one.

I need a house, full of books, devoid of heartaches.

People don’t last, their actions say the lasting words for them.

It’s the willingness to break open, to let go of all you have learned to hold that keeps you whole.

Every Indian outbreak that I have ever known has resulted from broken promises and broken treaties by the government.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.

I plan to publicize my breakups and profit from them like other celebrities.

You are never too “broken” to heal. You are never too far gone to come back to yourself.

I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.

Don’t let them take a piece of you when they leave.

Learn the wisdom of compromise. it’s better to bend a little, rather than break relations forever.