Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my body to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half so after that I could come to you whole and ask for you back would you listen for this dark alley love song? For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies?

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

Hey, are you a boy or a — never mind, can I have a push on the swing?” And some day, y’all, when we grow up, it’s all gonna be that simple.

Our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there. It’s that we ignore the ones who are.

You keep worrying you’re taking up too much space. I wish you’d let yourself be the milky way.

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

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.