Tyler Kent White

To me, you’ll always be the rising suns, the sinking moons, and all the stars that come between the sound of rain and river stones, the warmth of my sheets, the ache in my bones.

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.

When I am old, weather-worn, and grey, I want to fill my lungs with your perfume and hear your laughter echo through our home as we dance alone in our living room, drunk off wine, still madly in love.

One day I will kiss you, kiss you with lips that understand, kiss you with lips that can better explain, that can speak in so many languages. They will know how to say I love you in ways you have never heard, in ways that sound unlike anything any other man has mouthed before, false promises and fairy tales they did not ever believe in. One day I will kiss you, pressed words between your lips. I will kiss you and they will rattle between your teeth, run down your throat, and fill your lungs. They will echo against your ribs, they will reverberate through your limbs, they will dress every corner you’ve kept sadness hidden away until all that grows inside of you is the understanding that you are enough. One day I will tell you all about my paper napkin theories, algorithms I formed that demonstrate how the sum of all that you are, is greater than infinity, but to me you have always been the one.

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.

What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!

For a year, I had all sorts of weirdos coming on to me.

A conclusion is the place where you got tired thinking.

Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy.

You have the duty and gift of living. You don’t have the right to sit on the sidelines–use your life and get back into the game.

That dog don’t hunt.

You are your own most important resource for making your life work. Life rewards action. Until your knowledge, awareness, insights, and understandings are translated into action, they are of no value.

People don’t like when you point out to them and remind them that they’re not very smart.

They’re different kinds of challenges depending upon what phase of life I’m in.

As parents we’re not nearly as computer literate as our children are.

Nothing endures but change.

That you may retain your self-respect, it is better to displease the people by doing what you know is right, than to temporarily please them by doing what you know is wrong.

It usually takes me more than three weeks to prepare a good impromptu speech.

Well, I’m not sure what pop psychology is, but I don’t like it.

Times have not become more violent. They have just become more televised.