If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. And two little babies in an incubator, their hearts will beat at the same time. Love that.… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we’re fucking when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.” — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
What Gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. And… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Yesterday i carved your name into the surface of an ice cube then held it against my chest til it melted into my aching… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we’re fucking when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.” — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Hey, are you a boy or a — never mind, can I have a push on the swing?” And some day, y’all, when we… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday And tonight I'll only borrow pieces of who I am today To… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark, start handing out stars. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“And if there’s one thing in this world I’ve ever known for sure, it’s that this girl is gonna crush me like a small… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak But I know now it doesn't matter how… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
