Tyler Kent White

Come to me, wild and untamed. Bring the oceans on your lips, the mountains on your spine; I want to explore all the places you have ever called home. Let me pluck each petal from the gardens you’ve grown, overcrowded seedlings pushing up through your bones. Come to me dipped in the stars, come to me wearing all your scars. I want to show you just how beautiful you are.

You be the clouds above, I’ll be the grass below, and everything in between will be where our love will grow.

She woke up every morning with the option of being anyone she wished. How beautiful it was that she always chose herself.

Not everything I write will be a masterpiece; I know that. It is a process selecting words to convey feelings never meant to be spoken. So maybe I’ve been searching for what’s already been said and this is the finest way I can say it. I love you, in everything I am, I love you.

I know that god is real. I have seen him smile through the sunlight as it dances across your skin and lays gently at your feet.

You deserve to give yourself the same love that you give to everyone else.

No matter what side of the argument you are on, you always find people on your side that you wish were on the other.

Every success is the mother of countless others.

A single question can be more influential than a thousand statements.

I have opinions of my own, strong opinions, but I don’t always agree with them.

We live in an age when pizza gets to your home before the police.

A pessimist is one who makes difficulties of his opportunities; an optimist is one who makes opportunities of his difficulties.

Being home alone at night makes me a bit nervous. If I’m at home alone, I have to sleep on the sofa – I can’t face going to bed. I’m there with the TV on and all the lights on. I’m not very brave about anything in life. In tennis, yes. In everything else, not very.

Ageing’s alright, better than the alternative, which is not being here.

I grew up not understanding what was true and what was not true. It gave me a sense of unreality.

Blood banks are all closed; you can’t use others to keep you warm.

Am I ever gonna grow a thick skin? No.

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

You are mine, and that means I am on your side even when no one else is.

You know you’re getting old when you stop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you’re down there.

If you keep your head in the sand, you don’t know where the kick’s coming from.