What I know about living is the pain is never just ours Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window When I can see what I couldn’t see before, through the glass of my most battered dream, I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds. So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin, don’t try to put me back in just say here we are together at the window aching for it to all get better

If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.

The holy have done more damage to this world than the devil ever could.

If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it; if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?

We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.

Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.

If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark, start handing out stars.