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

Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

None of us are pretty, but our ugly has an alibi.

We have to create; it is the only thing louder than destruction.

In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget how to hold myself together. So if I unfold now like a love letter tell me you'll write back soon. Tell me you'll still come untethered.

Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.

I don't have a single plan for my life more important than learning to love people well.