It’s ironic that we aim for the stars, but many shooting stars kill themselves just to catch a dying glimpse of the radiant face of humanity. It’s like we’re shooting for the stars when those unattainable stars are shooting for the dazzling brilliance of everything that we are.

We light up around anyone who makes us feel screwed in, to the universe.

As it comes down, carefully situate the sun on yourself like a paper crown, so the light of the universe never sets on your dreams.

The sun still lives his silent vows to the moon, by bowing to kiss her feet whenever she walks in the room.

Somehow I won in a game of tug of war with the sun, & discovered I’d been underestimating the strength of my own light for entirely too long.

I keepholding upthe mirror of the sun,so you can see the stunningreflections of everythingyou’re becom-ing.

Live in the shadow of the moon until you're bright enough to give birth to your own suns.

You are a whispering diamond, turning in the sun, articulating the one thing the sky wants to say, in a million different ways.

The night sky is a dignified black princess freckled with the stars. Get lost in her beauty to find it in your darkness.