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

My soul just thinks your soul is pure magic.

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.

Patience with how your heart wanders, you will find your way.

All that destiny in those wild eyes, and so much passion in that wild heart.

A soft lover and a wild wanderer.

You feel like home, and everywhere I’ve never been all at once.

I think its breathtaking – How your heart just spills out of you.

Go where you breathe free.

You are a golden thing in this heavy, heavy world.

Settling will always leave the heart relentlessly unsettled.

If they are for you, you’ll feel it in your chest walls.

She’s beautiful chaos and wild butterflies.

Why else are we here if not to live with unreasonable passion for things.

Some people are just light, glow, hope; human stars.