“And just like that she became soft with every exhale.”

I do not fear death, I fear a life unlived.

Just because the world requires you to be tough doesn’t mean you can’t be gentle with yourself.

It is not your job to fix people. I know your heart aches to see people you love in pain. But it is not your job to make their burden your own – that is not your path.

Self love is not only loving the parts of yourself you deem beautiful, but also the parts you’d rather hide away knowing they are all deserving.

It is not your fault for falling in love with the wrong person. It is easy to mistake familiarity for love, if the love you received as a child was flawed.

If you want people to love you for who you are, then you need to love them for who they are without expecting them to change.

The judgement that people cast on you for how you do or do not appear is nothing more than just a projection of their own wounds.

I hope you’re brave enough to let go of a future that was never truly yours, that you never really wanted that was imposed upon you by dreams that were never really your own.

Feeling lost is a sign that you’re finally listening to yourself and no longer conforming to what is expected of you.

Letting go creates the space we need to welcome our wildest manifestations.

You’ll know you’ve healed when you find gratitude in the pain that once broke you.

Maybe this time isn’t about finding love but rather learning how to enjoy your own company instead.

Maybe the lesson is not how best to chase the things we think will make us happy, but learning to be happy wherever we are instead.

Asking for help is one of the bravest things you can do.

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

Nothing is permanent not even your pain.

My lyrics are a complete 180 from what they used to be in terms of maturity. And I have a kid, so that changes everything.

Times have not become more violent. They have just become more televised.

The seeds of who I am now had been planted. Fools aren’t born, I wrote in my notebook one day during ethics class. They are watered and grown like weeds by institutions such as Christianity.

But one must do something about the past. It doesn’t just cease to be. It goes on existing and affecting the present, and in new and different ways, as if in some other dimension it too were growing.

Things aren’t the way they were before, you wouldn’t even recognize me anymore. Not that you knew me back then, but it all comes back to me in the end.

Tomorrow, our seeds will grow. All we need is dedication.

To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.

It is sad to grow old but nice to ripen.