“You are something I am trying to love; Not something I am trying to survive.”

Brown girls are not band aids for your pain.

I am just a bunch of bad decisions glued together.

You look most like your father when you smile. It’s your ultimate betrayal.

You are a multiple choice exam and I have circled all the wrong answers.

Heaven is not something you need to die to get to.

Black don’t crack: It does bruise, though. It does rupture into a new sky.

I wish I was as good at love as I am at falling apart.

I am always becoming a new tragedy. Trading one torture for another. Forever versatile in this becoming.

Shame is what happens when you learn self love through people who are difficult to forgive.

Sometimes I open my mouth and my mother comes out.

Its okay if all you did this year was survive.

Self Love is just me loving you in reverse.

The last person I adored made me cry and then tenderly wiped the tears off my face. It was the only lesson that taught me; you can love someone and still do horrible, cruel things to them.

We romanticize trauma so much that we have stopped trying to prevent it and started smiling at all the scars it leaves.

Healing can look a lot like violence.

Can we just pretend we are wanted?

And she loved a boy very, very much- even more than she loved herself.

It is my duty to help change the world. Finding true love allows me to complete that goal.

It was him that made me realize heaven isn’t so far away.

I’ll show you the eternity of love as God shows heaven to saints.

We can either chase love, or we become what we love.

If you only enjoy the chase I’m not racing anymore, I’ve set my own pace.

And the boy loved the tree, very much. And the tree was happy.

You are like the first rays of the sun – a whole new world.