I am in awe of flowers. Not because of their colors, but because even though they have dirt in their roots, they still grow. They still bloom.

There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.

Take each day in your open palms and close your fists around it. This life is not done with you yet.

Don't be afraid to be afraid. Have fear, and then conquer the shit out of it.

The core of your true self is never lost. Let go of all the pretending and the becoming you've done just to belong.Curl up with your rawness and come home. You don't have to find yourself; you just have to let yourself in.

I want to celebrate the sadness that makes you feel everything so deeply. I want to throw a party for the wounds that make you so unabashedly human.