“I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.”

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.

Opinions are like orgasms, mine matters most and I really don’t care if you have one.

I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.

If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.

I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.

The abstract kills, the concrete saves.

I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.

I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.

If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.

I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.

The abstract kills, the concrete saves.

I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.

It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.

I’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.

People need to feel very good about their achievements. They get pride in what they are doing.

The people inside the group need to have some conditions to follow. We have a philosophy of leadership, ideas, and concepts. They need to share that.

I am making space for each emotion I need to feel.

You need to listen to us, us who cannot vote. You need to vote for us, for your children and grandchildren. What we are doing now can soon no longer be undone.

My path to healing is only unto me I let it take me where I need to go.

Until the world needs a beautiful mind like yours, they call you insane.

You already have yourself and that is pretty much all that you need in life.

You don’t need him. Bloom baby, bloom.