“Revenge is all my soul knows. It’s the only thing I’ve lived and breathed for almost as long as I can remember.”

I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.

Her soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end.

Submissive, sure, but someone who wants it all the same.

I felt it. I heard the snap of my heart tearing in half. It wasn’t a messy, dirty rip like I’d expected, but a smooth, clean line that knew just where to break to hurt me the most.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Pushing out a breath, I lean against the wall and slide to the floor. I sit beside her for as long as it takes. Listening until her sobs fade and the shower turns on.

Come to me in pieces and exist inside me whole.

I never knew hell would be so spick-and-span.

Instead of ignorance, I tasted what it might be like to finally be me. I didn’t give a show this time. I had no plan, no calculations. No scolding voice inside my head. For a little while, I was free.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.

Art is a private piece of me.

There’s a reason we only hire blondes.

I suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons.

The darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us. It is the darkness in your own heart you should fear.

Crawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined— love me there.

Do not jump into reaction mode at the first appearance of negative energy. Just breathe, and relax.

Pushing out a breath, I lean against the wall and slide to the floor. I sit beside her for as long as it takes. Listening until her sobs fade and the shower turns on.

For every breath that catches the attention of my lungs – I am grateful.

More breath than mind. More moon silk than sunbeam. More bone than break.

When faced with a crisis, do three things: breathe, pray and be kind.

The best books are those which lift us to a higher plane where we breathe a purer atmosphere.

You are a living breathing museum.

Finding inner peace is a lost art for with every breath and sigh new stimuli comes and leaves us in a pool of racing thoughts and worries.