“Self Love really is the only rule. All the other forms of love are just manifestations of it.”

God bless the woman that chases nobody, seek no validation and minds her own.

Demand the love you know you deserve.

I don’t think there’s an act that could possibly be more selfless and gratifying than being able to forgive yourself.

I am made of wholesome and incredible things. I’ve survived so much and worked too damn hard on myself to believe otherwise.

Don’t you ever let anyone fault you for outgrowing them.

Your life will take on a whole new reality the second you make the decision to shift away from all the unnecessary and cluttering things that once narrowed your perception of this world.

If your best efforts bring less than desirable results because your mental health is suffering, I hope you know you are still worthy and doing all that you can. You deserve to applaud yourself.

So inspired by what it means to be a woman of substance. A woman of great poise and assertiveness.

I still have time to do everything I intend on doing and becoming and I’m certainly not running out of time.

Only you know how far you’ve truly come. Please don’t ever let that go unnoticed.

I try to focus on the fact that whatever I’m feeling right now, no matter how intense, painful and distressing; is temporary.

I’ve spent a lot of time holding onto things and people that brought me misery because I was afraid of the void that may be there once I let go. I know now my voids were just as illusionary as the fear and insecurities that created them.

Every step I’ve taken has rewarded me with a lesson and every single setback and disruption has straightened out in a manner that befits me.

I promise you are under no obligation to have it all together all the time.

Transitional periods can be painful, but they are crucial for your growth. Please allow this process to take you where you need to be.

I know my truths. I know exactly why I am the way I am and I’m secure with it. There’s not a single soul that can ever shame or guilt trip me into making me feel and think otherwise.

Go search for your soul; even if you don’t really know the route for being whole.

It’s funny how things can be so temporarily permanent.

I’ve chased after sunsets too many times to know how precious time is.

You are what you want, Do you want who you are?

Bound by rose thorns, pricked by love.

Souls are more than their bodies and bodies are more than their shapes.

You keep asking if I want more – Yet how could I ever say yes?

And why is it that we smile, even though deep down despair eats our hearts?