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 know a few things to be true. I do not know where I am going, where I have come from is disappearing, I am unwelcome and my beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing.

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.

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

It's not my responsibility to be beautiful. I'm not alive for that purpose. My existence is not about how desirable you find me.