I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“And I am wrong more often than I am writing. And even then, I am often wrong.” — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often wrong — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget how to hold myself together. So if I unfold… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Don't google your name. Ever. Don't “search” for yourself on anything that glows in the dark. Don't let your beauty be something… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables. Said if I could get down thirteen turnips a day I would be grounded,… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
I write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is… — 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
