Lynn Mccorry

“She is a rare soul, she has this infectious energy that makes you want to run next to her, she belonged to no one but herself & to anyone that was yet understand themselves, found the missing pieces in her presence.”
― Nikki Rowe

“This is the way the universe begins. A raindrop (that isn’t really a raindrop) drops, like a word, “rain” drops, into a pool (that isn’t really a pool, more like a pool of listening minds), and tiny waves circle out in an elegant decelerating procession, -cession, -cession. Then, after a time, the pool of listening minds grows still once more.

Now, but backwards, this is the way the universe begins: the still pool of listening minds, the sudden shrinking circles dissolving at the center, conserving at the center until boom, sloop!, up goes the droplet, up towards the voice that raindrops words, up towards the voice and it hangs in the air — remember it there — because that’s the way the universe begins. A little pavilion. A momentary sphere. A word made of stars, dancing.”
― Craig Wright, The Pavilion

“And they can’t understand, what hurts more— Missing the other person, or pretending not to.”
― Khadija Rupa, Unexpressed Feelings

“The best friends you will ever have are the ones who don't make you feel like you owe them a damn thing.”
― Corey Taylor, Seven Deadly Sins: Settling the Argument Between Born Bad and Damaged Good