I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.

Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying that they’ll tell us that we make sense?

Never ever forget that you are a constellation and I have owned a telescope since the day I was born.

I know that our hands break things just as frequent as we can fix them. And we often forget that sexism / is a family heirloom that we've been passing down for generations. As men, it is important that we start asking ourselves / What will the boys learn from us?

Failure is when you talk yourself out of becoming something amazing.

I heard that karma is vengeful and is also a light sleeper. So I’ve chosen to love you like this.Quietly.

He sketches you as the antagonist and suddenly his transgressions become deleted scenes. He blames you for his sadness. And this is how the wolf cries boy.

My biggest fear is forgetting why I fell in love with writing. My biggest dream is never allowing that to happen.

I wonder if the next generationwill know water the way I did.The way it ruins through the fingers,the way it wrinkles the hands,cools the skin, the way it freezes,flakes and kisses the ground on the cheek.I wonder if my grandkids willever throw a penny in a fountainand hear it splash

I was born and raised in California.And here, our models and riverslook like they're on the same diet.Throughout the years,I've watched both get smaller and nowI can see their ribs when they exhale.In California,our freeways are decorated with signsthat ask us to be careful about howwe use the water.They hang like an eviction noticefrom the environment. I wonderhow long it will take the planetto tell us we can't live hereand the locks are changed.