“The heart reveals what the mind disguises.”

She’s battling things her smile will never tell you about.

May your cold nights die a warm death.

Love is wealth in the pockets of the heart.

Don’t bring her dead flowers, take her to where the flowers live.

Her light is true love, her darkness a seductive mistress.

Last night (we exchanged so much DNA) we became each other.

Soak me in your moonshine and fuck me on fire.

My day feels too damn organized, you should come over tonight and make a mess out of me.

Half my mind is sex and songs.

When they question you about my disappearance, Do not tell them I am lost inside you.

What do you do when the passion burns out? Start another fire.

Her kiss is a sun-burn that never heals.

She comes in form of blistering light : her love is a screaming sun.

Caution never wrote a love story.

If it weren’t for misery some people would never be happy.

Her heart is too young to be walking with a cane.

Truth only means something when it’s hard to admit.

The cure for pain is in the pain.

Have you ever struggled with feeling lonely – even when you’re surrounded by people you love? I have. It’s painful and confusing.⁣

Understanding a question is half an answer.

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

Never look back. If Cinderella had looked back and picked up the shoe she would have never found her prince.

Night, when words fade and things come alive.

Don’t get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life.