Likes me is like loves me in a pinch. One is all you need. Just hang on it. Don’t worry about ghosts or changes. Freeze that. Hold it in your hands. Look into it. Find your reflection. Stop using mirrors.

When you’re all washed up I hope it’s on a shore where you cease to be but just enough to float on the miracle of your breath and warm sun’s sustenance where the desire to leave marks yields to experience.

behaving according to bamboozled thought even after bamboozles are shown to be naught mother's of learning churning and churning there's rebel attempts based on false learning but her butter's cover smothers

“My parents hit me and I turned out ok.” Possibilities: you are lying to yourself about how “ok” you turned out. You’ve settled for just ok instead of turning out amazingly. You turned out amazingly IN

I shouldn’t have a wavered Or doubted I shouldn’t’ve been led By my fear I should’ve remembered I’d never been as happy. All the little clicks And synchronized steps Previously myths Uncovered by being

I’m on the earth I’m on the earth I’m on the earth I’m on the earth It is not my thoughts That determine my worth I have a body I have a body I have a body Won’t let anybody Tell me who I am Or impose

Apparently Some parent’s Primary goal is to make their children feel helpless. and worthless. Powerless. Because the parent must have all the power. The parent must make all the decisions and you can’t

Knots will tell you everything you need to know about untying them. It’s a form of intelligence communicating to you. They must be in a state of discomfort to be telling you all their secrets like that.

I don’t have a castle in the sky Stop your lying to me With each creature that you lead You demonize a body: A door out of the mind Where creatures being creatures Is not only fine But heals to feel the

Realty is diverse and we have never seen it all at once, and never can. Our brains are selective and decided what parts to look at during our development for the purpose of survival. You initially survive

Please pour love on my foolishness! Breathe deeply and cradle me Nothing needs to make sense I don’t need permanence or any promises! I only know that each second you’re still here Is one I have failed

I became alive in the ides of July in 1983. Billie Jean was at the top of the charts (beating out let’s dance by Bowie, but we’ll get to that another time). Also, no one knew what health food was yet there