“Her eyes shone with the radiance of vibrant life reflecting the blossoms of her heart.”

People who self-criticize themselves and drown in their own dungeon of victimization, are my energy-draining points.

The generosity of my kindness is something that I love about myself.

The inspiration to grow beyond my capacity and be a ray of hope for someone is the nudge I need to take care of myself.

Her survival and thriving truth has been marred with black ties of words, intentions, behavior and presence.

His lips have confessed his love but her heart bleeds ice cold blood that doesn’t revive with the confession of life-giving moments, as she is someone who has surpassed the bonds of love.

Her heart screams out, no one destroyed you, it was your own heart that became the pawn of pain, protect it.

She stands on the cliff edge, waiting for the wind to help her become one with nature.

The black colors of pain, highlight the white pearly sapphire rays of understanding and calm.

Her heartbeats sang the melodies of victorious scars, that held the proofs of invisble doubts and cracks of holding on to patience.

She was an example of a monument that was filled with cold, non breathing steel elements but filled with elegance.

Her words and sentences are a means of everlasting remembrance of who she is.

She is a mystical beauty with bravery, as her life is filled with tranquility scented adventures.

Violet and purple call out to her, they bring forth wisdom and spirituality to her persona.

I open my heart and say goodbye to the one who made me question my worth.

Let go and release the burden on the mind and let the mind freely flow with life.

Don’t chase what brings anxiety in the equation of your life.

In the blink of an eye, everything can change! Why waste time?

Every closed eye is not sleeping, and every open eye is not seeing.

I use a toothbrush on my lips as a lip scrub; occasionally, I use a toothbrush with some dark eye shadow on my eyebrows if I want to fill them in. And if I want a really thick, textured look with mascara, I put one on my lashes, as well.

So basically I did this whole show carrying 100lbs, looking out of one eye, dancing – and then my tits explode at the end. It’s not as easy as it looks!

Television is chewing gum for the eyes.

She says nothing at all but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.

The eyes are the window of the soul.

The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.