“There are three versions of you. The one that smiles and laughs with others, the one that hides and cries alone, and the one that has the ability to achieve greatness.”

Even with the antidepressants, the grief seeped through the dangerous cracks in the scaffolding holding me up.

Without heartache there are no lessons to gain.

And power, power was so much more important than beauty ever could be.

Remind ourselves that grief may feel longer and more poignant than happiness but it still has an ending.

Perhaps he should have paid attention to the snakes coiled inside me waiting to strike.

It’s how I learn there are a multitude of ways to say I love you. For so many you don’t have to use words at all.

Learn it well. Wear your hair wild, embrace your anger and learn to wield it without fear as a sword against those who hurt you.

It makes them feel a little free, to kiss something dangerous on the mouth.

You are not an open wound, they just want you to think you are.

You have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved to keep them alive inside you.

You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.

We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.

To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.

What I have spent in mourning is the price I have paid for my healing.

Even without him, you can bring down monsters. Believe me. You can still bring down monsters.

My Fairy Godmother is my heart sustaining me.

You don’t miss them, you miss the version of them, scripted in your mind. Maybe it’s time for you, to change the actor of your story.

I didn’t want someone else I wanted the best version of you.

Baby we are not getting older each day we live our new versions and the new has no age.

Crying is not always show your weakness. it’s to update your new version.

I put a lot of pressure on myself just to be the best version of ME.

We reshape our memories into uglier versions because it’s hard to forget them while they’re still beautiful.

I’ve always been the same version of me with what alot of people called impossible goals.

Don’t just move on from the people that hurt you, move from the version of you people power over you.