We dress our hearts in words that are too small for them.

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There’s something painful about well-meaning metaphors when you’re in that space where every reminder of your capacity to feel becomes evidence of how much damage you can sustain.

Love demands its story be told in whatever poor language we possess.

It also reminds me of how people say “I can’t live without you” when they’re in love. But then they do live without it, and that is perhaps the most unwelcome truth of all. That we’re more resilient than our hearts ever wanted to be.

I keep wondering if you already knew.

Perhaps the cruelest thing about love is how it teaches you exactly what you can’t live without, then asks you to.

Something about reframing it not as an absence but as a misdirected abundance feels both melancholic and oddly hopeful. It becomes more like a letter that got lost in the mail rather than never having been written at all.

Sometimes I think loneliness is just love with nowhere to go.

This doesn’t mean purposes and meanings don’t emerge naturally, but perhaps they’re more likely to when we’re not frantically hunting for them.

Maybe the question isn’t “what’s my purpose?” but rather “what happens when I stop insisting that I must have one?”.

When we’re constantly evaluating our lives through the lens of “am I living purposefully enough?”, we can get stuck in a kind of meta-analysis that keeps us from actually engaging with what’s in front of us.

The stars are just puncture wounds in the sky’s dark skin, letting light bleed through from somewhere else. Maybe that’s where I belong.

I collect abandoned shopping carts in parking lots because they understand what it feels like to be useful once.

Maybe being lost is the only honest way to live.

The very aliveness that makes someone lovable is precisely what makes them unpossessable.

The heart is a bad historian.

These walls are paper thin but feel like stone.

Jump where the floor gives way to sky.

Turns out numb is just another word for stuck.

The deconstruction of self for growth.