“He took everything from me when he put his hands on me.”

I don’t know where you are or who you are anymore but I’ll always remember us.

Hold me. Just hold me. And maybe in the morning I’ll be ready to love you.

Sometimes even strong independent woman need help.

Leaving was the hardest most liberating act of self preservation and self love I did.

My body aches for you and I think it always will.

The toughest decision I ever made was staying alive when life was unbearable.

Loving myself is a skill I am still learning to master.

I resent you for being okay when you broke me.

The reason you fear me is why all men do I am a woman your fear is only natural.

I’m still learning to love the parts of me you taught me to hate.

Do your worst but I promise you will regret ever crossing me.

I hate tequila but I’ll drink it straight from the bottle if it means forgetting you.

Behind every great man is no one before him is a goddess and she will not be overshadowed.

Darling, our story was a beautifully tragic thing. Magical as it happened unbearable when it ended.

Magic is what happened when I chose me over you.

I stared into the face of death and death blinked first.

We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.

Let pride go, to let love in.

Embrace the glorious mess that you are.

It is the simple things of life that make living worthwhile, the sweet fundamental things such as love and duty, work and rest, and living close to nature.

There’s a difference between loving someone as they are whole, and wanting to see all of their pieces. I’ve understood this for a while now, and I don’t fault anyone for it.

You are not separate from love, love is all that you are.

He doesn’t look at me like he’s owed anything. He looks at me like I’ve already given him everything.

Any year that you don’t destroy one of your best-loved ideas is probably a wasted year.