I suppose we wear our traumas the way the guillotine wears gravity; our lovers' necks are so soft. - Andrea Gibson

If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. And two little babies in an incubator, their hearts will beat at the same time. Love that. So if you have somebody in your life that is prone to anxiety, like myself, and if you happen to be a calm person, you could come up and hug me heart to heart and my heart hopefully would slow to yours. And I just love that idea. Or maybe yours would speed up to mine. But either way, we’ll be there together.

They want you thinking you're bad at being a girl instead of good at being yourself. They want you to buy your blush from a store instead of letting it bloom from your butterflies. They're telling you to blend in, like you've never seen how a blender works. Like they think you've never seen the mess from the blade.

Have you ever had the feeling you owe somebody somewhere

a really good reason to live?

To grow old?

To be ninety-eight-and-a-half

with a laugh like broken glass

so whenever folks walk barefoot

they’ll get hidden pieces embedded in their souls?

Have you ever had the feeling you owe somebody somewhere

a really good reason to live?

To grow old?

To be ninety-eight-and-a-half

with a laugh like broken glass

so whenever folks walk barefoot

they’ll get hidden pieces embedded in their souls?