“Be gentle with the way you’re learning to hold your own heart.”

Write it out until what hurt you heals.

I like you brave, I like you breathing free, I like you feeling all of you in you.

Let your head quiet, go where your heart sways.

She writes with an ache, its one that feels like you.

I want a love that as deep as it feels, it breathes just as free.

This world will get heavy; stay unshaken in pursuit of the light.

Exit gracefully. Heal and grow. Don’t look back.

That sure kind of love, where jealousy has no resting place, and doubt has no home.

This world will get heavy; stay unshaken in pursuit of the light.

Unfolding into yourself, what a tender, delicate thing.

Self Love – the most delicate intimacy.

I keep falling, and feeling, and loving too much, but isn’t feeling it all existence.

Keep your heart wilder than wild.

She’s got all the wildflower energy in her veins.

She’s made up of sweet tea and poetry.

This world will get heavy; stay unshaken in pursuit of the light.

Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.

Those broken girls have the deepest love.

She’s badass with a good heart, soft but strong. Unapologetic and honest. She’s the type of woman you go to war beside, the type of woman you marry.

Who were you before the aches of a broken heart? Who were you before the world decided to tear you apart?

Think peace but prepare your heart for war.

The broken girls are the flowers of the earth they grow through tough conditions they bloom for themselves,

It’s good to be on the edge, but I have never followed my mind. I have always followed my heart. And it has yielded the right results.

There’s still magic in a heart that’s been broken.