“My soul is wild but my heart is loyal and true.”

My eyes saw you, but damn, did my soul feel you.

We are all just humans trying to survive in this crazy world, in the spaces between birth and death.

I am inspired by many, but am in competition with only myself.

Sometimes she’s the gentle rain caressing you softly. Sometimes she’s the hurricane loving you madly.

Your darkness is hauntingly beautiful. Mesmerizing.

While you were busy working on your ego, she was busy working on her soul.

Don’t compare her to sunshine and roses when she’s clearly orchids and moonlight.

I have wolf blood and wolf bones. Don’t expect me to graze with sheep.

I do not trust anyone who hides in the light and denies darkness exists.

When the world is too much create your own. I do it every day.

Meet me under the moon so we can chase stars together.

Still refining, staying wild, always growing and evolving

My soul and the moon are night time lovers.

She has the intuition of an angel and fire like a dragon.

Don’t try taming me, I’ll end up growing spikes on my wings and fangs in my mouth.

You want war. I want love. That’s the difference between your heart and mine.

Unless you are me, in my position, don’t ever tell me how to feel.

I found out I was riding for people who wouldn’t even walk for me.

I’m sorry that I don’t know how to love.

The heart is the chief feature of a functioning mind.

I don’t really trust nobody.

My most important title is still mom-in-chief. My daughters are still the heart of my heart and the center of my world.

Trust your heart rather than your head.

His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.