People who gossip about you are not concerned about you. A smeared reputation is counterproductive to your well-being.

In the end, the greatest regret we have is not trusting ourselves with our own lives.

Everything changes, except who we truly are.

Remember everything you are.

Overcome being dissected by prosaic minds by making it too simple for them.

There is only one true difference between people. A conscience. Everything else is the same.

Happy 2020! May we be fearless, shine brightly & keep on loving, it’ll be an amazing ride. ⭐️💗☀️💗🌙

The same canned food is served on the losers table, the cool kids table, and the weirdos table. Only drinks are optional.

There is no compensation for touch. Being in each other’s space. That’s what we are all here for.

It’s always harder to leave places where you were not loved.

Find friends that are kind to you when you’re failing, and don’t envy you when you’re succeeding. The only ones that are true.

Your chess game doesn’t work well on a poker table.

I am an open book. If you know my language.

Follow your instinct, not the narrative.

Redemption is not an escape route. It’s the toll booth.

If in regret, use your bad for good, and hope for the best.

Distance clarifies.

Trust people who are trustworthy.

It cannot be corrupted what comes naturally.

It only shows its fangs when the opportunity arises and it knows you are trapped. Surprise it with a smile. And the antidote in your pocket.  

Whatever we curse returns to us threefold.

No rest for the (un)winged.

All the layers of our soul we are willing to give up for fleeting attention.

Beware of buying into any conspiracy theory that allows you to forget your conscience.

Our fault line lies wherever our aesthetics becomes more important to us than our ethics.

We are the daughters of the Goddess unburned.

Nothing is lost if you know it by heart.

There is no spiritual authority based on material wealth, worldly status, or institutional power. It can only occur despite them.

Love demands absolute surrender in the theatre of war that is passion. It is the cruelest of all destinies, and the only road to salvation.

What is love for than to teach us how to feel and what is illusion for than to teach us how not to?

It’s our beloved dead that care the most. Love’s all they’ve got.

There’s nothing quite so final as indifference that is well earned.

Some people have it naturally, some need to work at it. But you don’t get anywhere unless you work at it.

Never surrender, but do let go.

Sometimes surviving a catastrophe was what the catastrophe was for.

Tap into your own rebellion.

Be more interested in what you create than in what you consume.

Unless we are willing to go to the cold dark heart of our own desire for specialness, we will never be free of the need to please.

Our identity may be dependent on the way others perceive us, but we have full unassailable authorship over our own self.