“Spending time under the stars is never a waste of time.”

I have wolf blood and wolf bones. Don’t expect me to graze with sheep.

I do not trust anyone who hides in the light and denies darkness exists.

When the world is too much create your own. I do it every day.

Meet me under the moon so we can chase stars together.

Still refining, staying wild, always growing and evolving

My soul and the moon are night time lovers.

She has the intuition of an angel and fire like a dragon.

Don’t try taming me, I’ll end up growing spikes on my wings and fangs in my mouth.

You want war. I want love. That’s the difference between your heart and mine.

French press me against the wall and coffee and of course French kiss.

Arouse me mentally so I can feel you spiritually then when we touch physically we’ll fall in sync soulfully.

You deserve the kind of love that understands your gestures, your eyes, your silence.

I am inspired by many, but I’m in competition with myself.

Save the drama for the queens. Be a wolf.

I’m not a box kind of gal, so stop trying to make me fit in one.

Let’s jump in the rabbit hole, ditch our fears, and watch, like magic, how strength appears.

These words crash over and threaten to destroy me. I cannot find the stars so far beneath these waves of insecurity and mistrust, their light has seemed to vanish.

I build my empire with stars and words.

I told the stars about you.

I’m the fire that dances in the rain, I’m the love that lives in my heart. I’m the broken heart that crashes, I’m the phoenix rising from the ashes. I’m healing and scars, I’m the sun and all the stars.

I’m sure stars and moon run out of laugh, every time a lover promises pluck one of them.

Stars must be fed up of hearing your name every time they fall.

Find me where the stars fall and catch me everytime.

Moon, stars, and night sky. That’s how I kill my anxiousness.