My flower’s roots glue me down among the wet soil in which the thunder has stunned my growth. Maybe I’ve already grown through the storms and the sun is delayed in its rising.
AVA NICOLEI love the little things in life but when it comes to me, why do I find those little things about myself hard to love? I am everything I need.
More Ava Nicole Quotes
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We start looking for approval from strangers when we feel we can’t approve of ourselves.
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Never pause on your needs to fulfill another person’s desires.
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The lava that erupts from the volcanoes has been reoccurring for far too long and even tho I’ve been warned that my lava can burn others I can’t help but erupt at the possibility that someone will want to burn for me.
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His skin sparkles like beach sand his eyes dancing endlessly with the sun for when his light embraced my darkness, I then understood why people prefer summer over winter.
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I love the little things in life but when it comes to me, why do I find those little things about myself hard to love? I am everything I need.
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If there’s no struggle, you haven’t struggled yet.
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The beauty in the suffering is not the lack of love they have, it’s the depth of love they swam into that drowned them among their highest waters.
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My headspace is a playground and I’m still delayed in its construction.
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I was in love with my own chaos, gripping tightly onto fantasies, falling into traps that swallowed me whole. I am in awe of how chaotic I am, as falling hard into my own trap saved me from who I became.
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We are perfectly imperfect human beings.
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If you’re forced to walk on knives in a world where they’re sharpened, wear your best heels.
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People who do not make room to love you, simply do not make room to love themselves.
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It’s hard when all you want is the sky, chasing after the hues of pinks and blues, feeling that for once you’ve got a grip on clouds that swoosh through storms of your own. But it’s worse when you ask for the sun and receiving the soil stuck to your feet.
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I am not sorry for the way I love. I am only sorry for loving people who haven’t a clue on how to love themselves.
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If I were a garden and the seed were my soul, thus blooming is a process but I’m impatient.
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