The best piece of life’s magnificence is your slice of internal peace.
I’d never get sucked into a community that swallows my individuality.
As you get comfortable revealing who you are, you help others stop fearing and concealing the magical feelings of who they are.
Life is a delicate balance between the idea that we need others for almost everything and the striking reality that nobody owes you anything!
You can’t keep a good woman down who sucks at being subservient.
If you keep crossing me with the monstrosity of your generosity, I just might possibly begin, believing in the sins of love and humanity again.
Sometimes we rain on our own parade just by failing to rein in our emotions.
Sometimes the best way to fight for your relationships is by refusing to fight with your loved ones.
I keep taking hits. But I’m still getting high on the acceptance of knowing I can’t control life’s events.
Reality bends to your wish when you hold the vision of what you want with unbending intent.
If I’m not talking myself out of depression, I’m talking myself into depression.
Most nights you’ll find me swinging in the hammock of the moon, sipping the night black, a few stars as sugar cubes.
You didn’t grow apart because you’re evil, but because you evolved.
Take advantage of the time that people give you, without taking advantage of the people giving you time.
Just because you’ve suffered damages doesn’t mean your forever damned by them.
You didn’t grow apart because you’re evil, but because you evolved. It’s life. It’s natural. It’s ok. Keep growing!
You love doing your haters a favor by putting them out of their misery at close proximity with wide-barreled arms of inclusivity.
You don’t have a self confidence issue, you have a self acceptance issue. Once you genuinely accept yourself, you don’t need to ‘be confident’ anymore, you can just ‘be’ yourself.
The sun doesn’t wait for approval before gassing itself up and setting itself on fire. It’s too busy bringing it’s desire to spread love, light and sight to earth’s entire empire.
It’s so hard to write a new story when you do everything by the book.
It’s so hard to bring solace when you yourself feel soulless.