“When they question you about my disappearance, Do not tell them I am lost inside you.”

Her kiss is a sun-burn that never heals.

She comes in form of blistering light : her love is a screaming sun.

Caution never wrote a love story.

If it weren’t for misery some people would never be happy.

Her heart is too young to be walking with a cane.

She’s got the look of a woman with lightening up her sleeve.

A woman can change the atmosphere of a room just by walking through that door, if that isn’t magic, what is?

Treasure the souls who call your twisted dreams, beautiful.

The bed was the canvas, we were the art.

I hope what I awakened in you, devours me.

You owe the world your uniqueness.

Make the lioness inside her purr and her kitty will roar.

Music and sex are soulmates.

She might look like a fragile flower, but her stem is made of steel.

The heart reveals what the mind disguises.

Treat her like the daughter of an angry god.

Thought cannot conceive of anything that may not be brought to expression. He who first uttered it may be only the suggester, but the doer will appear.

If I looked like Zayn, I would date myself.

We have engaged ourselves so much in the idea of self love, that everyone else appears to be empty shelves.

I love having my hoop earrings. Just regular gold hoops.

Fighters are never who they appear to be.

You can never overlook a guy.

You loved me gray sweatpants and I loved you drunk on stouts and I am velveeta mac and cheese.

When you find the courage to love your own body, you give people who look like you the permission to do the same.