“Please, don’t listen to all the hate and take a little break to fall in love with you.”

I’m the coffee shop kinda person; the kind who loved to live unless lives in doses of caffeine.

Storms can ruin gardens, but that doesn’t mean you won’t see flowers again.

Please, don’t listen all the hate and take a little break to fall in love with you.

We are made of everything. And everything is made of us. We are deeply rooted to mother earth, our home.

She has constellations in her wilding soul, a soft-paced heart in a spirit beyond control.

We need to see inside our souls the massive beauty of this world.

Keep your mind open, your spirit wide and loose, the heart warm and kind.

This is my soul skin. Born from the dust, blooming from within.

Greatness is not built in a rush, but with acre, patience and love.

People are as wonderful as skies. As mysterious as magical. As sweet as tragical.

She has nature running through her veins, which sometimes bites like cactus, other times calms like sounds of rain.

I’m finding light between all my shadows; my own way to wholeness.

You’re like that fiery sunset that no one expects after a rainy day. It always makes your day brighter.

Hey you, don’t let your thoughts swallow you.

I think autumn can teach us a lot about love. About how muh beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

Just like a wildflower, you will find your way to bloom.

Nobody takes a picture of something they want to forget.

Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

No man or woman alive, magical or not, has ever escaped some form of injury, whether physical, mental, or emotional. To hurt is as human as to breathe.

We’ll find our love in the sky.

Everybody has a story. And there’s something to be learned from every experience.

Never esteem anything as of advantage to you that will make you break your word or lose your self-respect.

In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.

They will only care when you’re gone.