“I would be lying if I said there were not times that I am an earthquake contained inside this skin.”

Rise and find the grace, for it is all around you.

Adventure lives a whisper beyond our comfort zones, just half a breathe after No turns into Yes.

Oh what we see when we finally stop looking.

I would rather wear honest tears than the most beautiful and elaborately faked smile.

Lay down your roots now, let them wrap tight around mine, sink deep in the soil.

Wherever I am, whatever I am doing, you are in it all.

I stare at your lips and fall in love with the way they form what you say.

Was I born patient or have the years of waiting taught me to be?

All we can control in this silly and wildly perfect life is the love that we choose to give out without any regard to ever getting it back in return.

I would rather hurt, and walk through the flames you leave, than never feel you.

If flowers can grow through blankets of melting snow, there is hope for me too.

Do you think it possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?

The morning coffee reminds me of your waking I stir to find you.

I am a sinking ship made of unsinkable parts.

I am made of more; More than tears, more than heartache, More than all of this.

If you give me home I will give you adventure. It’s both we can have.

The revolution has overthrown the monarchy, true! But perhaps this means that the revolution simply has driven the skin disease inside the organism.

It is the duty of a good shepherd to shear his sheep, not to skin them.

I was what they call ‘skinny fat’ – a body that resembled a python after swallowing a goat.

To be a good shepherd is to shear the flock, not skin it!

It’s important to leave your face without makeup for a while after waking up, Let your skin breathe a while before applying your makeup, even if it means waking up a bit earlier.

The authority of any governing institution must stop at its citizen’s skin.

I like a fresh face. I like clean skin. Fresh skin, cute color on the lip, cat eye, mascara, and I’m good to go!

I hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.