“And in a world full of wonder a loyal soul that keeps your heart whole is the rarest of them all.”

She’s a daughter of the healers in Salem and even tho her wings are scorched she still chooses to do good.

I cannot tell if it is a blessing from an old god or lovely dark art only that he holds my heart.

And you will always be my most beautiful someone.

And his rough hands upon my porcelain skin had me howling at the moon.

And every time I care I die a little.

There are parts of me that beg him to devour all of me.

The art of harvesting pain – poetry.

Poetry is not a cure for sadness but it makes the pain bearable.

I’m laying bare still untouched by the hands I crave completely taken by words.

You didn’t need to make her cuts this deep.

She dances barefoot through the smoke upon ashes from a broken world  – she is hope.

A loving reminder at least we are lonely together.

Steal back your heart – self-love.

And then I understood you were never my rescue yet always my escape.

He may never slay a dragon but he will grow old with you begging for death to leave you alone.

And they wrapped her in darkness until she became it – Lilith.

Loyalty means nothing unless it has at its heart the absolute principle of self-sacrifice.

Fate hath no voice but the heart’s impulse.

Our hearts; the greatest revolution.

I never think there’s any competition between films. I root for everybody’s films. I especially have a fond place in my heart for graphic novels and comics.

To lose a son under those circumstances – a violent death like my son went through, it just puts a burden on your heart.

All of this heartache is a war story.

I’m a patriot of the heart.

Your spirit is not broken your heart is and you will heal.