Our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

I accept that today may be imperfect... I accept that I may be as well. What I don't accept is that imperfection should be the crutch I use to excuse myself from participating in joy.

Maybe the best we can hope for is that those we leave behind find comfort in knowing, that we’re born out of love, and not science. That biology explains the how, but love explains the why

I don't want to turn any of this into poetry / but / you're so beautiful / flowers turn their heads to smell you

I've been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 am than I do in an entire day But if I wake at 6:59 am and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine I will have done enough and killed no one in the process.

The tiniest dream that you make happen is worth more than the biggest dream that you never attempt.

If your heart is broken, make art with the pieces.