#saidtome

“Couldn’t forget the things you said and done 

...

You are a person, not a fire extinguisher.

You are exactly the sort of person who makes living worth it. Imperfect, honest, beautiful.

You aren't the only one who gets to decide how much you're worth. We can think you deserve more than you think you do, and we're right.

Thanks for being special and for showing up in my life. 

Sometimes I cry when I look at you.

I'm really glad you're alive, and that you have so much influence over the people I care about. I think the things you make are fascinating, I think you're fun to spend time with, I think your compassion for people and yourself rocks. 

You know I realize you weren't really there, right?

You deserve this.

You can trust me.

Your hair smells like ski trips and a house where good food is made.

You look like a lion.

There's no point in wasting a beautiful neckline.

Despite everything that's happened, what's important to me is that we're still friends.

Hazelnut coffee for my little hazelnut. 

Don't you dare ever even entertain the possibility that I don't care.

Be beautiful and change the world one step at a time. You are an unstoppable force, beware your power and never stop moving toward a better you.

Never stop making art.

When I am able, I will respond, so that you are not hurling jewels and bullion into a silent, ungrateful void.

There are those that know. Find them.

You're the nicest person I've ever met.

I can't say no.

I wouldn't do this for just anyone.

I don't care if you're confusing, just make sure you're not pretending you don't need to ask because you're afraid of annoying me.

It's like intellectual bone marrow.

There's nothing on earth important enough to feel bad about.

Just so you know, nobody understands me like you always have, and you're the best friends I've ever had. And that includes everyone of my friends ever. And I'm sorry that sometimes I take you for granted and don't let you see that or even realize it myself.

Here is an accurate gauge of your growing talent: Sarah, I die with envy. I choke on it. It dries the marrow in my bones. It poisons my blood. 

Sweet Talker: I'm bored

Me: Well so am I

Sweet Talker: I know something that would keep you from getting bored!

Me: What?

Sweet Talker: Looking in a mirror, that way you'd never get bored :)