My heart is a flower blossoming out of my mouth.

When I love, I love: wholly, thoroughly, completely, drowning in everything. Every glance can be a conversation, eyes just playing and saying what needs to be said. Silence is loud, and the air becomes heavy. I want you. I want all of you.

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.

The ego hurts you like this: you become obsessed with the one person who does not love you. blind to the rest who do.

Don't assume, ask. Be kind. Tell the truth. Don't say anything you can't stand behind fully. Have integrity. Tell people how you feel.

Make love like you have no secrets like you've never been left never been hurt like the world don't owe you a single wretched thing.

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