make sure when you decide to start threading your eyebrows or wearing lipstick, you're doing it because you think it makes you look pretty, not because you think it makes anyone else think so.

try not to hate him, or anyone. he did a lot of awful things, and the best thing you can do for yourself is be better than what happened.

sometimes, you don't need to reply to that text message. or that person. ever again.

don't be everyone else's rock. find your rock. trust it. let it see you on your hard days instead of pretending not to have any.

ask your parents how they're doing often. help them out and stick around for a little while.

stop making cancer jokes around people who don't know or are comfortable with the fact that you are someone who makes cancer jokes.

drink lots of water.

you're allergic to crab. surprise!

the stuff you accumulate will stop mattering, and you will want to know you are a good person on the inside in order to be happy. surround yourself with the right people, places, and things to ensure that.

don't hug, kiss or sleep with anyone who you don't really want to. no matter what they say or who they are, if you don't feel like it, don't do it.

you'll be fine. you always end up just fine.

a water farmer on two seperate planes of existence
on the ocean floor, drinking sea water n writing lov lettrs
drifting into hockey head desire
i was born in a motel 6, and i wanted to b a power ranger
but blue power is frowned upon

I saw you today or maybe it was just a picture or your name in a mirror and I fell again over my head and to the bottom of it all and nostalgia forgot to worry about the pain of longing just long enough to feel bliss and joy and all the little things that count the way towards love and I felt like a school boy with a crush on the most beautiful girl in the world that he would never be brave enough to talk to but still walked home with his feet never touching the ground and I day dreamed of dark swirling Vincent skys and stars and sailing across the endless ocean trapped in your eyes and it was a brief passing moment that lasted an eternity and then you were gone and all I could see was your name in a mirror that held onto your picture I found at the bottom of a dream where I was sleeping still falling into the madness of it all

Returning a favor
I had once owed someone
Much more than all of this
More than all of me
Returning the favor
I had once seen far and wide
Feelings my spirit screamed for
Trembling
Overwhelmed

Innocuous as it seems
I have owed others too
They who turn the wheels
On this broken down station wagon
Crank it up
Or slow it down

I had once heard
Deeply, freely
Music that emerged
Cacophony unbalanced
But innocence immaculate
Returning the favor
As I return to where I was
Holiday's over

But as I return home
Something has changed
The sounds of musicals
Something has changed
Ineffable, invincible
I have owed a lot
I hope I've given enough

Back when I was glitched,
you found me broken
and you stitched me back up,
now I'm more than full of love.