Chilled out, layed back, is what it is, pseudo relational dynamics. People get hurt when we play it safe. Ironic, ain't it.

Im going to give you a submachine gun. Use it. Ten antidotes.

I realise that I know absolutely Jack shit about everything. Back then, I was merely pontificating from the safety of an emotional condom. See.

I'm going to help you understand why you need to breathe with someone. Coherent rhythms. See.

Polarised arguments fuel fear and fear is dismantling our immunity. Immunity is dismantling our mental stability. This is an axis of utter silent catastrophe. We must not wake up...but grow up...and start doing the hard sums!

There is a wound thar works really hard to remind you of the danger in being love. It teaches you that you are not worthy or that you are too much. That you are not actually lovable. Trust your heart. It knows.

Life does indeed become unstitched unhinged, unmade. And, the world does indeed fucking end.

The path will never be linear. It isn't supposed to be. Sometimes you've got to be...dragonfly.

I have laughed more in five weeks than I have collectively in 45 years. I've been down the rabbit holes, forgotten to look at the sky with my mouth open.

Sometimes our defining moments are not the loop of your life.