The moon is closer to the sun than I am to anyone." — nada surf

Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.

 

Inspire people by loving more deeply.

 

girls who can wear red lipstick casually and pull it off are the most dangerous kinds of people

 

Love should augment your happiness. It’s okay to miss your significant other but don’t let that debilitate you. 

 

This year will take from me
the hardened person
who I longed to be.
I am healing by mistake.
Rome is also built on ruins.

 

Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
I wouldn’t wish that on you. I don’t
want to see your eyes forgotten
on a rainy day, lost in the endless purse
of those who can remember nothing.
Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
I don’t want to see you end up that way
with your body being poured like wounded
marble into the architecture of those who make
bridges out of crippled birds.
Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
There are so many better things for you
than to see your feelings sold
as magic lanterns to somebody whose body
casts no light.

I lived in the present, which was
that part of the future you could see.
The past floated above my head,
like the sun and moon, visible but never reachable.

I loved you head over handles
like my first bicycle accident—
before the mouthful of gravel and blood,
I swore we were flying.

ou can purposely end your own life, but you cannot purposely keep your own life going.
The expression, ‘my life’ is actually an oxymoron, a result of ignorance and mistaken assumption.
You don’t possess life; life expresses itself through you.
Your body is a flower that life let bloom,
a phenomenon created by life.

The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.

when I started leaving everyone who told me they loved me,
I realized I had become the product of abandonment.
I had been left by people who said they cared about me, and this
burned inside my memory as the way to show love.
the second to last time I left someone, I realized three months too late that I was only leaving because I was afraid.
so when the next guy came around, I stayed too long because I thought regret would fill me as soon as I closed the door.
So I stayed and endured and hurt,
and broke.
And here I am alone and unable to trust my own judgement and unable to trust my own heart and unable to trust anyone else.
I am a product of being abandoned and I don’t know how to love.



and I wanted to keep being wrong.
I wanted to keep my bad habits
like charms on a bracelet.
I did not want to be brave.
I think I like my brain best
in a bar fight with my heart. 

People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.

but I’m still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met.

I want you everywhere, by my side and between my thighs. 
want you with me, your sugar in my tea, my eyelashes on your sheets.
Write your name on me, when my heart breaks, I want it to be blinding.

When I was young, I used to admire intelligent people; as I grow older, I admire kind people.

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises …
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

My shadow said to me:
what is the matter
Isn’t the moon warm
enough for you
why do you need
the blanket of another body?

Will I be something?
Am I something?
And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be.

Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.


I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together.

What does light talk about?
I asked a plant that once,
It said, “I am not sure,
but it makes me
grow.

it is a serious thing
just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in the broken world.

You were made to be kissed, often and well.

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.


I will teach you the value of
the word “no” so that, when you hear it, you do not question it.

you are allowed to be soft. you are allowed to break and bend. you do not have to be strong. you do not have to be a soldier.

It’s just so strange.
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets.

I’m still looking for reasons to love you.
I’m still looking for proof you love me.

As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.

You are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him
when he is gone.

It is only September.
I don’t know how many seasons
I will be allowed to love you yet.

You’ve survived every single day,
for as long as you’ve been alive.
You could spit fire if you wanted.