Hearts don't break, y'all. They bruise and get better.
If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions.
How honest is it that we drink until we are dehydrated?
Even good hearts know how to turn bad touch and genocide into clichés just to make room for more comfort.
You're not the only piece of patchwork birds can pull worms from.
I should have told You before talking in terms of Forever that any given day wears me out and works me sour, that there are nights when the sky is so clear I stand obnoxious underneath it begging for the stars to shoot at me just so I can feel at Home.