My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude.

My heart is a flower blossoming out of my mouth.

Perhaps, the problem is not the intensity of your love, but the quality of the people you are loving.

The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.

I won't glorify or romanticise heartbreak, for me it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living.

I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.

We took such care of tomorrow, but died on the way there.