Erin Cinney

Yes, we are all going to die. But isn’t that what makes living worth it? Isn’t that what makes all of this so goddamn spectacular?

I have noticed that none of these people are perfect but I love them anyway. I have noticed that none of these people believe me to be perfect, and yet, they are still here.

The ones who suffer the most pain usually have the greatest senses of humor. You figure, if I keep laughing and if I keep everyone else laughing, maybe the pain will be ignorable if just for a moment

I would believe that everything is going to be okay so much, that those around me couldn’t help but do the same.

Really, behind every cliche question is a subtle but effective intention to connect with each other.

I’m learning to say goodbye to the people in my life that don’t provide any type of quality on who I am as a person.

Stop avoiding your bank account numbers.

Be deliberate.

You become the one that loves more in the little things.

They know what it means to work hard.

Complacency: Anything luke-warm, half-assed, or even nice but not amazing. With one life to live, these things can be thrown away to make room for something better.

I write this for the ones with whom I share a love so strong that it is unspoken, but undeniable in the ebb and flow of how we always find our way back.