“I don’t want you like the simple things in life, I don’t want to love you simply. I want you like the dark secrets we keep to ourselves under the covers. In the moments we actually feel ashamed we can love something so much.”

Your soul is like fresh snowfall. And I want to be the one that leaves an imprint through it with each step that I take deeper into the depths of who you truly are.

Touch you with no skin only with my eyes speak with no words only with my mind.

Color my life with the paint of your madness.

I just hope that when I die my body is full of scars telling a beautiful life.

I don’t know what I’m looking for in life, I just have this feeling it looks a lot like you.

It’s funny how some people can make you feel alone and be right next to you. While others can be thousands of miles away and still make you feel connected.

Don’t lose faith in me, my dear. I will always desperately love you.

Let’s call an Uber, I don’t think either of us is in any condition to drive. You a little drunk off me and me just totally intoxicated from you.

We forget hoe easily it is to love when things are good.

Nothing easier than being who you are.

I don’t want to be the water that puts your flame out. I want to be the wind that fans it to it’s full potential.

Learn from the past. Live in the present. Prepare for the future.

I don’t want words that are said. I want words that are meant.

I want those forehead to forehead moments with eyes closed deeply. So deeply that the world disappears and every scent of you leaves an imprint on my mind.

We live in a world where too many minds are distracted while their souls are asleep.

I’m not here to boost your confidence with compliments. I’m here to figure out why you won’t open up. I rather see what the problem is, within the sea of broken promises.

You don’t need to give reasons for the things you do – you just have to do what you want. And sometimes the thing that seems messed up to everyone else is what’s right for you. You have to do it and not be ashamed of it.

You know, that might be the answer – to act boastfully about something we ought to be ashamed of. That’s a trick that never seems to fail.

Growth has taught me to apologize when i am to blame, but not to say sorry when i shouldn’t feel ashamed.

Don’t ever be ashamed of the scars life has left you with.

Eyes bloodshot, words insane, anxious thoughts, feelings ashamed. After all, it was the heart to be blamed.

Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip.

As for poverty, no one need be ashamed to admit it, the real shame is in not taking practical measures to escape from it.