She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.
Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.
Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.
She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.
It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.
If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.
Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.
The truth is I didn’t need therapy, I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.
I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.
She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped from her pores. The moment she let go, she soared over the stillness like the star she was born to be.
It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.
MOMWholeheartedly,She loved me-And inspired me-With transcending devotion.It was a blessing-To have been her son,To have been loved-Without conditions.Her words of wisdom-Opened my eyes-To the world-And to myself.By seeing the best in me, She empowered me.By believing in me, She transformed me.She grew old-And floated away,But her love remains standing-Eternally by my side.
Always be open to inspiration. You never know where it may come from. Begin with an open mind, end with an inspired heart.
Keep away from the kinship of the individuals who continually ask and examine the imperfections of others.
She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.
I know how you feel because I’ve been there too. I’ve hated and I’ve loved. I’ve seen my demons root and crawl and my angels branch and soar. I've died within myself and lived a thousand different lives. I too fight the same war and I too am drowning in the puddles of self-consciousness this world created.
At the end of the day I went to this place where your memories left footsteps on my skin and the breath of your touch stained my desire. Yea, it was one of those nights where I needed you the most.
I need you because I know I deserve you but let me fall in love with you one last time before I let go. So I can remember the beautiful imperfection that rattled my bones.
How could I live above the water or breathe under it. How could I swim in darkness consumed in an ocean of you? Falling or flying towards you, losing or finding myself in you and beauty was never the word to catch all that you are. For now I know the means of the infinite and it all starts and ends with you.