“The mirror in my room is a Liar. It doesn’t reflect what’s inside.”

Secrets are power. What people don’t know they can’t destroy.

People who spread happiness in your bad days are worthy of your good days.

Forgive yourself for what you have dreamed of yourself & what you have become.

I didn’t love it too hard to let go easily.

We all believe in someone we cant see.

Some people would love to have your bad days.

There are people that start a fire in us that keeps warming us on the dark days.

If you’re waiting for a perfect love story, create it. You don’t have to wait for another person to fall in love.

That feeling when you know you’re not meant to be together, but you’re not ready to let go.

We’re so busy trying to move on and living our lives, that we sometimes forget to appreciate how far we’ve come, how well our wounds healed, and that somewhere along the journey, we’ve learned to let go.

Sometimes, we’re just tired and set people free because we can’t fight anymore and we hope they might come back one day and stay for good.

The worst part about toxic relationships is, you might not realize the toxicity as long as the relationship lasts.

Never listen to the advice of someone who is not where you want to be. 

Don’t sanitize your story so others can feel clean.

The more you hurt, the more you grow.

New pain is an old pain wrapped in a new story.

I hope you find someone, who pours love like rain during monsoon, onto all broken parts of you.

The world kept breaking you and here you are- still soft, still loving, how strong of you to maintain your magic in a world where everyone loses their essence.

If your heart is broken it doesn’t mean it can’t love again.

How is it that we mourn the shattered pieces of the love we willingly broke?

Does anything at all make any sense? No offense! Is everything real or just a lens of pretense? Anyway, I feel that this moment is dying and now I’m done wrying and trying.

Souls shouldering the burden of false hopes, broken promises, fear like a burning flame. Maybe that’s why each one of us is so different yet the same.

Aren’t we all murderers? Sometimes of our emotions. Sometimes of our dream. Sometimes of our conscience for the sake of being downstream?

Promises were made and broken. Only you could keep me open.