You have a heart of gold and I am kneeling in your bloodstream panning for the only thing that has ever felt like home.

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.

I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing

Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.

You are not weak just because your heart feels so empty.

My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.

Yes, I like girls; Yes, I like boys; I like boys who like boys; I like girls who wear toys and girls who don't; I like girls who don't call themselves girls; Crew cuts or curls or that really bad hair phase in between.