“In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodl…”— Jeffrey MCDaniel, goodreads.com
“There are 6 states pressed like stubborn flowers between the last time I kissed you and today but you still feel like a sound caught in my throat.”— Sierra De Mulder, sierrademulder.com
“There is a love I reminisce. like a seed I’ve never sown of lips that I am yet to kiss, and eyes not met my own. hands that wrap around my wrists. and arms that feel like home. I wonder how it is I miss, these things I’ve never known.”— Lang Leav, amazon.com
“your name is scrawled on restaurant napkins and leather bus seats in the inside of library books and carved into trees maybe one day you’ll see and know I was there maybe one day you’ll see and fall back in love with me”— Leigh, nothingwithoutwords.tumblr.com
“Will it be alright, if I love you from eyes to lips from skin to bones from heart to soul? Will it be alright, if I call you my home?”— Lukas W., somepiecesofmyheartandsoul.tumblr.com
“I don’t know what brings broken people together maybe damage seeks out damage the way stains on a mattress halo into one another the way stains on a mattress bleed into each other.”— Warsan Shire, goodreads.com
“I do not want to look for a mad passionate affair. Not because I’m frightened but because, please believe me, I do not want a lover. I want a friend.”— Anne Sexton, amazon.com