“I only know how to crave skin against skin and my heart against a chest like a fingerprint.”

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.

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

Where they are walls, you soften me.

Just hoping for the gentle in the unknown.

Let things break you wide open, that’s where the golden light is.

Just let the chaos in you be beautiful. You are such a soft and wild thing.

My soul just thinks your soul is pure magic.

Why else love if not to feel stars exploding in our veins.

She blooms wild and burns bright.

She’s a beautiful wildness on fire.

I just like good souls, knowing them, being one, it’s kind of all that really matters.

We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection, and dream of perfection.

We crave and fear becoming truly ourselves.

After a while the eye candy I used to crave became bitter to taste.

It took me a long time but I finally met people who made me stop craving you.

Now that i am numb, i crave for pain.

Dark, is my home; Spark, what I crave for.

Under the shadow of your skin, I find ancient secrets. They are now the truths I crave.

To love you is to drown every day & still crave the taste of the ocean.