How can we be in peace when we feel a need to care for everybody in our radius? It’s exhausting.
There is sex, and there is making love — and I’m only signing up for making love from here on out.
Our internal world always mirrors our external world. We are essentially walking around vomiting our unconscious shit on other people and then getting mad at them.
The epiphanies never happen when we are sitting at a desk forcing and pushing them to come through.
Fuck bro rates. Quit working for free.
I haven’t felt as safe in another’s arms in my entire life. It was as if your body was born to hold me.
You don’t need to write some fucking self help book with the intention it’s going to save people, or become Tony Robbins or go build 12 schools in Colombia (or do) to save our planet—you want to save our planet? Live your god damn truth.
His job was to remind you that loving you is not a burden.
When somebody shows me their heart I only love them deeper, and in this moment I am not afraid to like you first.
I lay there and wonder why in gods name I am dreaming of you for you are not mine to dream over.