ouchie!

My mind was yelling how angry I was, but my heart... my heart...

Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.

I choose my friends for their looks, my acquaintances for their good characters and my enemies for their good intellects.

Screaming is bad for the voice, but its good for the heart

Just because this isn't your life plan doesn't mean this isn't exactly where you're supposed to be.

Come here and take off your clothes and with them every single worry you have carried. My fingertips on your back will be the very last thing you will feel before sleeping and the sound of my smile will be the alarm clock to your morning ears. Come here and take off your clothes and with them the weight of every yesterday that snuck atop your shoulders and declared them home. My whispers will be the soundtrack to your secret dreams and my hand the anchor to the life you will open your eyes to. Come here and take off your clothes.

I don't want to have to worry about saying something that's going to be wrong about that stuff. I don't want to worry so much about not making mistakes, because I'll drive myself crazy. I want to be able to say what I want to say when I want to say it. But it doesn't seem to work that way, does it?