Love Her, But Leave Her Wild.

This year I learned to be selfish. Selfish with my time, my heart, my feelings, my mind and most importantly myself. I spent entirely too much time feeling sorry for the things I couldn’t change, wishing for things I didn’t have, and begging for people who did not deserve me. It has taken me two decades to realize I am a prize worth winning, I am a caviar dinner not a gas station hot dog. This year I’ve lost people I thought I couldn’t live without and given myself everything I needed. Next year, I hope I can learn to love myself.

When I accept myself I am free from the burden of needing you to accept me.

People start to heal the moment they feel heard.

I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.

There is nothing in this life that can destroy you but yourself. Bad things happen to everyone, but when they do, you can’t just fall apart and die. You have to fight back. If you don’t, you’re the one who loses in the end. But if you do keep going and fight back, you win.

She is Art. What the fuck do you expect from her, other than confusion, beauty and goddamn soul?

Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love.