Everyone’s chest is a living room wall with awkwardly placed photographs hiding fist-shaped holes. - Andrea Gibson

I think the hardest people in the world to forgive are the people we once were, the people we are trying desperately to not stir into the recipe of who we are now.

My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in here.

Why did no one tell us that to die is to be reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive? Ask me the altitude of heaven, and I will answer, “How tall are you?