You can find me on the moon waxing and waning. My heart full of petals, every single one begging 'Love me, love me, love me. Whoever I am. Whoever I become.'

Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.

We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.

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.

Someday we will dare to trade good for true

Commit to loving yourself completely. It’s the most radical thing you will do in your lifetime.

Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.