“Feed yourself with some love and watch your flaws fade.”

I’m sure stars and moon run out of laugh, every time a lover promises pluck one of them.

Now that i am numb, i crave for pain.

Flowers only wither to bloom again. So shall you break, only to be whole again.

The wars you create, will be fought by your children, for the people already dead.

I will calm my heart with time and turn us into memories.

Stars must be fed up of hearing your name every time they fall.

Someday your pen will write a revolution. Until then, write your pain.

What a waste of scar if it doesn’t remind you of strength.

So many people around you, none like you.

More you are hurt, more you have the power to heal others.

Forget soulmate, just find someone who makes you happy.

Too many goodbyes. This girl has mastered the art of letting go.

Tell me my flaws, i’ll show you its beauty.

And when i left, i left behind bit of heart, soul & love.

Some hearts are as fragile as paper, in a world where everyone breathes fire.

You taste love once & exhale destruction forever.

Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours.

Beauty is perfect in its imperfections, so you just have to go with the imperfections.

Perfectly imperfect flawed and irreplaceably you.

It is not your fault for falling in love with the wrong person. It is easy to mistake familiarity for love, if the love you received as a child was flawed.

We’re all flawed human beings and we all have a cauldron of psychosis which we have to unravel as we grow older and find the way we fit in to live our lives as best as possible.

Trust is an illusion. A systematically flawed word. A total forgery of a statement. Trust assumes infallibility – without errors, mistakes, or fuck ups.

Trust insinuates that the human race is unfailing, faultless, flawless, and perfect.

Just like roses come with thorns, beauty comes with flaws. You could be the only rose in someone’s life full of thorns.