Stars Trying to Become Constellations

Listen to silence. It has so much to say.

“I prefer ineloquent good sense to loquacious folly.”

When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.

Speak only when you feel that your words are better than your silence.

Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them.

Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.

Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.

When someone encourages you to love yourself more than you love them, never let them go.

Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge. It requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding.

The mind is not a vessel that needs filling, but wood that needs igniting.

I can be someone’s and still be my own.

There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe… and you.

If someone makes you feel, let them.

All I have to offer you is everything in me.