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

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?

It is terrifying to wonder whether that person you love is a walking red flag or a white flag of surrender dipped in your own blood.

I am tired of only being loved in theory.

Her body is a undiscovered country and she is afraid that someone will colonize it and expect her to thank them for the wreckage.

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

When will I realize the absence of hate is not love?

I tell the boy in my class that no means no and he laughs in my face – says no means change my mind.

Loving you and leaving you taste the same in the mouth?

Women like me bleed on command.

This body belongs to all those who live in it.

The only difference between a mother and her daughter is how long they’ve lived with the trauma.

When you have solved all the mysteries of life you long for death, for it is but another mystery of life.

Death is not the worst that can happen to men.

No matter the age, a woman who is unloved is lost – unloved she might as well die.

Birth is okay and death is okay, if we know that they are only concepts in our mind. Reality transcends both birth and death.

After death there is nothing.

Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death.

If quick, I survive. If not quick, I am lost. This is “death.

I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.