Reset, readjust, restart, refocus.As many times as you need to.
Just don't quit!
Do something just for you every day which makes you feel good.
Take some me time to do whatever makes you happy, and create the habit of doing this every day.
By looking after your soul, it creates a ripple effect throughout your life, and others will benefit from the refreshed you.
MermaidDiagram Comment.
His hot and bothered body of sweatfelt refreshing against my flesh,like the water beads on a frosty Mason jar of lemonadethe summer of my first blush with self-rule and release,even though it was February.
Every ending is always a beginning.Without endings, there would be no beginnings.I don't know about you,but you can't begin to live without knowing how to end...well.
A good writernever tells your secrets,they tell their own.They sacrifice themselvesand surrender you.
We forget to thank thosethat hurt us the most.
Things always show upwhen they don't arrive.
He taught me what true love is:helping each other breathe a little easier—smooth and steady—instead of dying a little every day,choking on being loved as someone's vice.
I slept like a rockComing through my windowWoke up with new light
I'll only ask you once to hold my hand in this life.Otherwise,I already know it does just fineholding my other one.
When you fall in love for the last time,it becomes the first.
If you're going to force me out,someone else will find their way in.That is key.
I need more protein in my poetry.I don't care if you cannot chew the fat of my words,my stomach is growlingand it is because...I am starving.
I've always kept one emotional suitcase packed.With you,I live out of one,every day,and I keep a cab on speed dial.
It might be true that I am a lightweight when it comes tofalling in love,heavy.
It takes a lot for me to close a door,but when I do,I slam it.
Sometimes it's the distance between usthat keeps us close.
I've been coasting down these open roads alone for so, so long—traveling the roads less traveled on my own, taking in the scenery.But, now I am here to s(t)ay...you can ride in my sidecar, any day.
Your layered, sweater-y, thickset hug around me—I dared to dream of your bare, balmy,broken-down skin tangled in mine.It was a twist of artless fate in my mind.I watched you pull away...on your "Naked" bike.I was covered in a trench coat,but more than naked enough for the both of us....
When tongues lack braveryand hearts protect their own,eyes always tell the truth.
Little snail,out after a hard rain,hiding in her shell—trying to make it to thewishing well,but being toldthat she's too small tolift the pennies in...because she did not make themon her own.
Mother Teresa said,"To keep a lamp burningwe have to keep oil in it."Now, I am no Mother Teresa, but...I am not even dealing oilbecause when you mix it with water,well,you know...We all know:I love with kerosene.
For those that say it is better to sleep when you're dead...They mustn't dream like me,for there's no sleep in my asleep;my slumber's the liveliest place to ever be!
Don't think twice;once is enough.If you have to think again,it will always be a second thought.
You can keep movingyour blowup mattress aroundin the nightwhere the shadows keep you pretty,and cover your face,so that no one can seethat you have a home in methat you won't admityou'll neverand always be:the beach bum of my heart.
I stopped telling youall of my secretswhen you becamemy biggest one.
For as long as I shall live,I look forward to never growing oldwith you.
Every time you lie to me,I still know your truth.Every time you tell meyou're not allowed to love me anymore,I can still hear the gospel behind your tongue.And, that is not my silent desperation; that is your desperate silence.
I have to know if you'll read thisthe same way that I wrote it,because if you can't, then you're nothing more than a rough draftthat I don't care to edit.
Books are like lovers;you always love the latest,more than the previous,but you always fearthe latest is going to releasetoo soon.
Sometimes the loneliest place you will ever beis in bed beside someoneyou cannot reach.There is no lovein our loveanymore.
He didn't see women as people;he saw them as trophies,and that is precisely whyhe never won me.
Don't keep coloring in their lineswaiting for them to sign on the dotted...for you will become......overdrawn.
We don't have a choice of whom we fall in love with.We don't have a choice of whom we fall out of love with.We only have a choice to stay or leave—it's a set menu at a fixed price.But, what if we don't like either of our options?
I forgot my key.The question is:who do I call now?Landlords and locksmiths have become more loyalthan youwhen you're the only other person that I gave a copy toin these places that I can only seem to rent.
In the few minutes that he sleeps,I am with myself again—that part of me that makes me......me,which is sometimesyou.
I save a piece of paper that hasthe indentation of your name on it—your signature......move.I knew that I shouldn't have let youpush down so hard.Your memory left a markon so many pages after,if you couldn't tell,as I publish againto press on....
Today I hate myself for loving you,and I hate myself for not being strong enough to love youback...when I know broken boys like you need me, too.
We all know that nothing can grow if we don't water it.So,sometimestogether,we are going to have to drink up. Throw away all abandon and run through the sprinklers.and purposely forget our umbrella in the car.
Knowledge Strategy Execution
Motivation is a byproduct of action, not the catalyst for it.
Control your thoughts or your thoughts will control you.
Today is a new day. Stop living in the past.
Focus on the step in front of you, not the whole staircase.
You attract what you are, not what you want. If you want great, then be great.
Your goals should scare you a little and excite you a lot.
