“ Sometimes those we love break us to bind us whole within the transition. ”
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.
~ Robert M. Drake
Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.
Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.
Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.
