I swear because the madness of people living in a world that contains everything but the joy they seek drives me wild.
Oh wild eyes, oh wide heart.
Men need to learn to control themselves — legs do not mean sex.
I can’t imagine waking up with so much pain
that it drives me to think of leaving.
Seize me strongly and sweetly — without leaving space for uncertainty or doubt.
Have a fucking opinion, and yell it from the rooftops.
Why do we do this to ourselves? It’s like we are in a love story with rejection.
Be a hero and rescue yourself.
Stop analyzing, stop being in your head — let’s just be in the moment.
Incase you’ve forgotten — you are composed of stardust and the oceans sweat and the nights infinity.