“The most beautiful parts of your body are those you had to grow again.”

She has learned so much from dying only to be born again.

I remember when I was the only sin you liked to kiss.

I loved each and every one of your faces.

Tear me open and rest inside me.

Here I am, a mosaic of becomings.

I am a child of borderlines and we are two lands, carved differently.

For once I want to be something that lasts.

I’m sorry only I can both drown you and be the summer that dries it away.

This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.

When you kissed me you breathed air into my lifeless soul.

I am unbearably human.

Somewhere in these walls we’re still dancing, feeling nostalgic and much too in my head.

Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.

I’ve got nothing left to give but I keep digging deeper.

Read the scars on my body like braille, for I no longer know how to tell a story that belongs deeply to me but is no longer mine.

Living is not living when I am living without you.

Nothing beautiful without struggle.

To be successful you don’t need beautiful face and heroic body, what you need is skillful mind and ability to perform.

The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.

To have a relationship that is pure and passionate and beautiful – I think people are scared of having that now. Especially guys.

Being named among the best is special and beautiful.

I thank God for this joy and I thank you for that beautiful madness that you have in each game !

Each of us is beautiful in God’s eyes, and God loves us.

Be like snow – cold, but beautiful.