“I am a woman whose shadows echo life and light in the dark abyss of life.”

No amount of blackmail was ever going to maker her bow down, she was a wolfish eagle warrior, alone and powerful.

He held the heart in his hand, squeezed it, it bleed to death, he pumped life again, repeated the cycle, that is how she was destroyed.

I love you madly, and the very thought of you not breathing with synced breaths as mine, kills me.

The butterfly inked on her neck was an indication of her ever evolving soul.

She is the garden of life that embraces darkness with a smile and reimburses it with sparkles.

Her mirror was special, it outlined her heart’s cracks that were filled with gold.

She is a rose, who is protected by the fireflies.

I affirmed each sunrise, that I would attain my power back slowly but surely by being bold and letting go of my fear.

I tamed the dragon, that had a heart of a marshmallow, with eyes that glowed with naughtiness.

The connection is protected within the shells of deep water, that harness the adorned pearl of their love and life.

My soul gathers the breaths of my sanity and beholds them in the jar like fireflies on a dark night.

I affirmed that I would choose freedom and valuing my emotions through the ink of my pen and enlightenment of the soul.

Never, ever, again, test me, or else the volcanic eruption of my patience and power can melt you into ashes.

I pledge to gather the dust and particles of my yesteryear’s burnt-out galaxies of memories until they transform into medals of victory in the museum of my life.

Her breaths are filled with magic, and the veins sparkling with his kisses.

I affirm to water my soul soil, cleanse my air, break the cage of flames to warmth and light my path, let water help me flow flawlessly.

The ordinary citizen is allowed to hear and think only as the rulers decree.

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.

If a man hasn’t what’s necessary to make a woman love him, it’s his fault, not hers.

It’s hard to see someone with a ‘perfect’ body and be like, ‘Why can’t I be like her?’ But that person was born to be who she is, and you’re born to be who you are.

The wise soul feareth not death; rather she sometimes striveth for death, she goeth beyond to meet her. Yet eternity maintaineth her substance throughout time, immensity throughout space, universal form throughout motion.

She had so mastered the strategies of camouflage that her own history had seemed a series of well-placed mirrors that kept her hidden from herself.

One can be very much in love with a woman without wishing to spend the rest of one’s life with her.

God blessed me with two unbelievable parents, and I am just like both of them. I have the smile and charisma of my mother and the big heart of my mom, because she wants to save the world and help the world, so I am just like her.