Yet She Likes Complications. She Wishes She

She Was Tired Of Everyone Wanting To Go To Heaven, Nobody Wanting To Die. The Only Thing Worth Grieving Over, She Said, Was That Sometimes There Was More Beauty In This Life Than The World Could Bear.

The Thing About Love Is That We Come Alive In Bodies Not Our Own.

We Shape Ourselves By Our Imaginative Reach.

How Inevitable It Is; We Step Into An Ordinary Moment And Never Come Out Again.

She Likes The People With The Endurance To Tolerate The Drudge, The Ones Who Know That Pain Is A Requirement, Not A Curse.