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

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.

My body knew you weren’t coming back before my mind did.

So many ways to touch someone and all you had to do was look at me.

I cause destruction everywhere I go I’m a wildfire gentle is not my nature.

I held the snake at VMA’s one time and decided to go ahead 20 years later and become the motherfucking snake myself.

Holding you feels like seeing the stars for the first time. – Completeness

The way he holds the night sky in his eyes is the reason* why I love stars so much. -Astrophile in Love.

To be held safe in our vulnerabilities -isn’t that what we should call love?

Living in a constant paradox, begging to be held and released by gravity, to be grounded and free. But my feet pressed against the earth yearn for the clouds above my fingertips adrift whispering I don’t want to be at the mercy of gravity.

I just want to be held is that too much to ask?

Do you see how the sky holds the stars so softly so that they twinkle till eternity? Sky,”I’ll never let you go”

Hold my hand. I promise never to let go of yours.