Ask me to give you everything I have, knowing I'll give you my word that if you fall in the forest when there's no one around I'll be there before yo… - Andrea Gibson

I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside
Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside
Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house
But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing

This life is built almost entirely of love and losing, isn’t it?

If every heart-worthy novelist weeps for
days before killing off a beloved character,
god must have spent centuries sobbing be-
fore pressing a pen to the page of this year.