“How strange that our hearts heal from the same thing that broke it -love.”

Here you are despite it all standing when you thought you’d fall.

Amid the vulnerability lives courage, let your truth be seen.

Heavy is the pain yet she wears it like a feather.

The universe that lives in you is waiting to burst out in view.

In the end no one comes to saves us, we have to save ourselves -be your own fairytale.

A gentle heart can pull others out of darkness, never underestimate the power of your softness.

The past grew a beast in me so I set it free.

Even when you’re at your worst, you deserve a pair hands that hold you up with love.

When the storm settles and the sun clears the way, give yourself the chance to bloom again.

Love her faults knowing she is a flower growing.

Give your heart time it is a gentle thing.

She carried the sun in her smile with her every day felt like summer.

Keep blooming the flowers look beautiful on you.

Let the confidence in your abilities eat away your doubts.

Your mind resembles the galaxies with all its raging complexities.

Though starting over may seem hard you have the strength to make it far.

Remind yourself that you ended a chapter to start a new one not to re-read the previous one.

Love is all about breaking and healing over and over again.

You get broken you pick yourself back up, you get scarred you wear them beautifully, things that were meant to destroy you, you overcame them with such great might.

i want to tell you that miss you but the day you turned your back on me was the day vowed to myself you are never allowed the privilege to the depths of my heart again

Nothing will ever be the same.

Like a porcelain doll we tend to break; learn to cleave yourself together despite the risk.

Open wounds and fresh blood but I am healing and you are never allowed back in.

Violet is the color of the deepest dreams the synonym of too much love. Violet is the pain we willingly let in and the promises we’ll never break.