Know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay.

I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.

Let me also say I wanna make you sandwhiches, And soup, And peanut butter cookies, Though, the truth is peanutbutter is actually really bad for you 'cause they grow peanuts in old cotton fields to clean the toxins out of the soil, But hey, you like peanutbutter and I like you!

Know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay.

I don't believe we're hateful. I think mostly we're just asleep, but the math adds up the same.

Everyone’s chest is a living room wall with awkwardly placed photographs hiding fist-shaped holes.

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.