“He is the heart of my world. And that’s what makes it so damn beautiful.”

For he has conquered death, with the gift of His last breath. Go now, and share the news, the Savior beckons you.

We are all broken things. But there’s so much beauty in those cracks. And so much strength in those places we’ve mended.

He speaks to me with his heart. and my heart cannot help but listen.

This place, this moment is the most peaceful and the most beautiful I have ever known.

I’ve heard it said that to love completely is to lose yourself. How can that be? when loving you is discovering myself over and over again.

The only castle you were ever meant to live in, my child, is the one that’s always existed in your soul.

Love. There are no barriers against its infinite power, my child, save for those we impose upon ourselves.

Yes, my child, in this world, following your heart, remaining true to your soul, is sometimes the bravest thing you’ll ever do.

Recovery isn’t an end-game. It’s an every day, by the grace of God, I choose me, I choose them, I’ve come this far, I will not go back, war for my soul that I will not lose.

It’s his soul that speaks to me.

They never told us love would be easy. They only showed us love would always be enough.

You don’t need to define this moment, my child. You need only live it.

Be gentle with yourself, my child. In your hands you hold all that is precious within you.

But it was the way he loved me that made me want to stay forever.

But above all, my child, grace is choosing love when faced with hate.

Love worth reaching for. Worth hurting for. Worth dying for. This love worth fighting for. And worth staying for.

She is an old soul, with young eyes. An euphoric heart and a beautiful mind.

Darkness is beautiful, once you learn to play with the shadow.

Time is a gentleman! It never erases beautiful things.

Mold me into poetry. Make me flow beautifully and deep. Write me into rhythmic verses with silent words that make me weep. Paint me with emotions like a bleeding sunset on a shore.

We were so beautiful together, I thought we were magic or even the greatest fairytale except there was no villain just a lost prince whose heart did not love his wildfire princess.

Why not accept your beautiful mess? and care a little less?

Fashion is in my blood. I feel more sexy and beautiful with it.

I never loved you for your perfections, I loved you for those little flaws which made you more beautiful and unique.