To live a good life despite knowing trauma is the greatest gift to oneself.

The moment you think how it will appear to the other, it has lost half its power.

He does not question, he knows.

Follow the path that leads you to the wound that made you stop creating, and start pretending. If you heal it, you’ve regained your soul.

Walking sideways, crab-like, in freeze-frame, there goes the hoax, the flirt. But I painted on the likeness I chose and worshiped the dirt.

A wild spirit is crucial when it comes to creative survival. Remaining untamed is the ultimate protection.

The clearing. The transmutation. The offering.

Dangerous, but dull.

Memory is an illusion just as much as illusions are memory.

The Earth speaks to the stars. And they listen.

A garden of golden delights, she blooms with care.

The fiercest protection arises from acceptance of our vulnerability.

There is a sweetness in the twilight that is best left untouched.

Sadness ends where survival begins.

Stories are spells. Some are weaved to save you, some to destroy you.

If you don’t know what to believe, start with believing nothing. Except your beating heart.

Your softness saved me.

A new love that tastes like the sky.

Conformism is not the same as sacrifice. We sacrifice for love, and conform to belong.

Living like broken glass.

If there are rules, it’s still a game.

Each morning gives birth to a new universe.

Let your killers put flowers on your grave, and think this now makes them good people. No one brings back the dead.

Things we are not meant to choose; our talents, whom we love, and how long we live.

Sinking, as immune response to a malefic lover.

We are the storm.