“Art can exist without explanation, so why must we understand the complexities of life to fully live it.”

You were enough then and you are enough now. Your pain never defined you, and never will.

Nothing is permanent not even your pain.

Being vulnerable is an act of courage it requires you to strip down naked with your heart on display.

We heal by following the example of the healed.

Loving yourself is honoring your boundaries and not tolerating disrespect.

When you find the courage to love your own body, you give people who look like you the permission to do the same.

Self love is not something you feel, but rather something you do each day.

Loving yourself is holding your own hand while you shake with anxiety.

It’s okay to feel self doubt from time to time you chose to go beyond what you’ve known.

Loving yourself is having the courage to leave situations and people that are not serving your growth.

Take a deep breath you are not your thoughts.

The way you love may look different than the way others love you, it doesn’t mean it’s less.

Love is our greatest liberation.

Time only heals the wounds we are willing to face.

Fear will teach you what you care about the most.

Remember you are someone else’s safe space, someone out there looks to you for hope so maybe you could learn to look to yourself.

Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.

The life so short, the craft so long to learn.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.

So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

Skating alone is an art. Doing it on a substance? I don’t know. That’s got to be tough.

All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive, enlightening, familiar and surprising.

Any work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line.