Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear. He has cheeks like torn sheet music every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears. At his side there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem no one stands up for.

Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here.

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

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

We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.

Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

I could never trust anyone who's well adjusted to a sick society.