Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.

This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down.

she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing

I'm good at loving books. I'm good at loving soft bed sheets. I'm good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can't love me back, that don't have the power to leave. And maybe, that's why I love them.

If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?

So guess what, if I ever have my own team I am picking everyone first even the worst kid and the kid with the stutter like a skipping record 'cause I know all of us are scratched, even if you can't hear it when we speak.

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