“Writers block grappled our souls, we fought back with our words.”

I don’t care how many times I fail, for one day, I will succeed. And that success will be worth a million failures.

The fiercest battle starts at home.

I miss you, I still do, It’d be weird not to. For once upon a time, I was yours and you were mine, through sparkles and grime.

I’m my daddy’s little warrior, I’m the writer of my destiny.

I don’t know. Don’t know anymore, my purpose, destiny, do I even have any? don’t know anymore.

Love is more than expensive gifts and grand gestures. It’s the little things that matter.

Am I just a overthinking maniac? Or am I the girl that got left behind?

When words fail, tears well.

Is it a blessing or is it a curse, to feel everything so deeply.

I feel like my breath is muffled, and my heart is too heavy to beat, as if I’m drowning in a pool of air.

So, I am thanking you today, because of you, I am me.

To the flamboyant boy from my school, I realize now you’ve always been cool.

You’re a patched tapestry, of deep childhood trauma’s, and unkept promises.

Oh, darling, you fell in love with a girl not worth loving.

I used to be a mighty dragon, the one that breathes fire, I used to be a magical unicorn, sprinkling rainbows everywhere, but now I’ve lost it, the magic hidden within.

Your artful hands, hold my delicate heart, tenderly gaze at it, as if its an art.

A noble soul spreads even over a face in which the architectonic beauty is wanting an irresistible grace, and a often even triumphs over the natural disfavor.

I’d rather be one of the devotees of God than one of the straight, so-called sane or normal people who just don’t understand that man is a spiritual being, that he has a soul.

Those who go forth ministering to the wants and necessities of their fellow beings experience a rich return, their souls being as a watered garden, and a spring that faileth not

Great souls suffer in silence.

The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet. Where they overlap, it is in every point of the overlap.

A beautiful soul has no other merit than its own existence.

The individual soul should seek for an intimate union with the soul of the universe.

The lemonade is weak, like your soul.