Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.

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

And we were Banksy on an overpass in New Orleans spray-painting porch lights on the hurricane. We were welcome mats for the un-forgiven. We never sold our windpipes to make a living. We were the letters sent to the wrong address, but opened anyway. We opened anyway.

Our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there. It’s that we ignore the ones who are.

Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.

I thought, "The flowers, save the flowers..." I never thought for a second we wouldn't save the people

I'm never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back and I'm never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already.