Anyone who cares about you has to realize that you need a little looking after, nothing else really matters.

…there is a certain quality of attention one can give another person that is deeply erotic, deeply intimate, deeply sensual—whether or not anything sexual is going to transpire, or is even meant to. But something about taking someone in fully, or feeling that you are being taken in, fully apprehended—I dunno that I can put it into the right words, but there is an all-lit-up, liquid intensity to that exchange. A charge like nothing else. You. I’m looking at you. And so, that quality of attention is something to which I’m strongly drawn, both as a giver and a receiver, and which I am definitely always chasing as a writer.

I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.

But I want to be better than the lessons they taught me. I want my love to be greater than my hate, my mercy to be stronger than my vengeance.

Your energy introduces you before you even speak.

Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.

My heart is at ease knowing that what was meant for me will never miss me, and that what misses me was never meant for me.

A lover doesn’t
 discourage your
 growth. A lover
 says,
 
‘I see who you are today,
 I cannot wait to see who
 you become tomorrow.

I’m not optimistic, darling, but I’m hopeful. There’s a difference. I’m hopeful.