"I don’t mess around or play games. I don’t believe in them. I just want honesty. I’d rather wake up one morning and say, “You know what? I had a really terrible dream that you were fucking someone else. Can you love me extra today?” instead of getting in a fight about some stupid shit and then at the end of the day being like, “Okay, can I tell you why I’ve been acting like this?” I’d rather say “Heads up” than “I’m sorry” later. Your relationship is supposed to be the safe place."

I’m just a needy piece of shit that needs constant reassurance that I’m wanted

"If you don’t end up smiling while you are kissing someone, you are probably kissing the wrong person."

"Lately, I’ve been writing more poems about love
than poems about my sadness.
I talk more about him
than I do about the cartwheels I did
the first night at the hospital;
staring doctors in the face
and telling them they couldn’t save me.

I’ve been writing more about
staying alive
than wanting to die,
and that, in many ways,
is far more terrifying."

"When you love someone, they become your reason."

"There’s something daring about holding eye contact because it’s no longer a “my eyes fell on you by accident”, but rather something else."