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“i will choose little rebellions… like the ache turned into empathy. my rage channeled into intention. my inspired heart will create beauty in rebellion… we need art and words and songs… someone, somewhere is barely hanging on, and something beautiful will be their lighthouse. my passionate heart will love more in rebellion… the way i feel about who and what i love will be even more and more and more… there is going to be passion and love here, no matter what. and my hope is going to be fierce, even if in spite of so much. darkness depends on us to stop feeling beautiful things and to stop believing in a better way… and i will make it my rebellion not to.”

“am i safe here, am i seen here, can i breathe here, do i bloom here, can i grow here, can i glow here, do i feel free here, does my pulse stir and my heart beat here, can i trust this, is there truth here, is it beautiful here… do i feel beautiful here, and not just do i feel loved here… but do i get to love me here. out of all of the questions i ask when i am close to someone… “but can i love myself here?” …that will always be my most important one.”

“self-love… the most delicate intimacy it's so delicate here. but it's where i'm the most brutal. it's where my raging gets careless, and the delicate things end up crushed. i fight my hardest fights trying to love the deepest love, but i've never been more unkind than i've been in these close quarters. but what if this ache in me is also the fight in me to learn to feel differently. because somewhere deep inside i know that i want to be delicate here… desperately. and there's a tenderness that i'm made of and an intimacy that i'm part of… one that i'm going to learn to take such delicate care of.”

“i once loved someone who tried to control me, and so it became somewhere i couldn't breathe. but i also once loved someone i couldn't trust… and that was a kind of prison, too. because freedom and trust aren't strangers to each other… like there’s a way you feel yourself pulled so strongly to someone who makes you feel free… and i also think you don’t ever feel more like letting your heart run wild than you do with someone to whom the state of your heart matters.”

“i want to believe in things, beautiful things, even the impossible and untouchable feeling things, even the ones we've been told not to and i want to believe in me, and in becoming the most beautiful version of me, and in beautiful things being for me… i want to fiercely believe i'm worthy of it all, even when my fears tell me not to and i want to believe in kind things, and in a world made of good souls and compassion… a world where the light is where the pendulum finally swings no matter how hard it feels… i want to believe so much in these things.”

“your standards for love are going to make some people uncomfortable. and they will try to make you feel like those standards are too high. i think it’s because those standards threaten their comfort zones. what you believe in either challenges how they treat people… or how they've accepted being treated. but none of that is about you. this is your own life. and it will be your own love and your own heart. so don’t ever let anyone make you question your own standards… keep them high.”

“may we hold on to the promises our souls make… i want to remember the promises my soul made before i came here… that i am here to learn the lessons but not get so lost in them that i can't heal and grow from them. and to take in the texture of earth and the taste of skin… but hold the memory that i am so much more than the heavy weight of being human. that i will trust my journey, even in the darkest corners when nothing feels like a way out… because my soul knows that there is always a way out. and while i’ll know that i am here to learn to love them and fall in love with them… let me never, ever forget that i am here to learn to love me and fall in love with me, too.”

“i love like flowers and fire… i don't know any other way. soft and vulnerable, and wild and burning… with my heart broken. wide. open. and even though he came in like wildfire, he was just. broken. and hardened. and filled with an ugliness raging inside of him and he thought that if he raged hard enough against me that he could rage an ugliness out from inside of me too. then he could say, “see, it's you.” that he could be so hard to love that he could make me feel hard to love too. but i just softly left the room. a graceful exit. and i wrote all my feelings down to shed his hardened residue. and to remind myself of all the ways that there are such beautiful and tender things in me… always.”

“give them girlhood. in any way you can… give girls friendships. ways to find other girls in their world and to learn to dance with other wildflowers, and to build bonds that teach them the magic of girls and reflect back to them their own magic in themselves. and then, when they grow a little taller and their world gets a little bigger, if that world tries to tell them all about the unworthiness of a woman… they will know it's a lie. and if you haven't yet known girlhood, i hope you find it in some way now… find other ones in this world who help you see and feel the magic of other women. anything… from trading friendship bracelets to breathing life into each other's souls, just somewhere you'll be shown the magic in yourself. and so whenever this world tries to tell you all about the unworthiness of a woman… you'll know it's a lie.”

“it's easily one of the things i'm most grateful for… divinity in the form of friends, home in the form of humans, the good souls i'm lucky to know. the ones whose energy in your life is some sort of magic. and i don’t know if there are perfect words for it, but there are moments when you're with them, and you just think things like… “you remind me what heaven's air felt like, i think you're here to walk me home.”