Bland, but on brand.

It’s the divine that surrounds us that will save our souls.

Missing the obvious for the interpreted.

Don’t confuse the hook with the reel.

A love spell, not to hold, but to cage.

Buy art, not bullshit.

There are two kinds of people, ones who invest in order to receive a reward, and ones for whom the investment is the reward.

When it persists in resisting change or insight, sever all ties. Otherwise, you sink in its mud.

They enter when you enter.

Beauty reveals itself to the vulnerable, and shields them, as kin.

Be like obsidian, translucent and impenetrable.

The inimitable potency of a rear-view mirror on a sunny day.

Quietly managing her small universe, expecting a divine intervention.

Honour endings as you do beginnings. They release the binded darkness. No one is worth our breaking point.

Friend and foe will both come to your well. Give them the same water, but in different cups. 🧿

When communication becomes presentation, we only say what we think we should think.

Nurture your X-ray vision, but never forget the softness of flesh.

Trace back the road to the first time you felt unloved. Then choose another road.

The ones who will listen are the ones who will understand.

All perfect victories are bittersweet.

In the end, people will always go for what nourishes.

Curses travel first-class until they’re caught without a ticket by the sky police.

Lonely like a lollipop on an empty counter at a seaside convenience store mid-December.

Choose carefully to whom you give power to assess your value.

Fall back into your own arms.

Keep your deck open, and your shuffle dry.

Mistakes are creative material of the highest order.

Problem is, I can hear you thinking out of hours.

Abstain from anything that feeds mind chatter, and listen to the silence for forty days.

Treat anyone paid to have an ideology with caution.

Unwilling to change their ways, they attempt to change the tides.

We know it’s done when there are no more words to say. Yet what is left unsaid is now a treasure within.

Glamour and verbosity under the satellite sky.

All the roads we did not take were detours to the road we are on.

Only love and death can make time stop. — For my uncle.

Redial the past for a new passcode. #happySolstice☀️