“I knew he could be my North Star when he made me feel something after being numb for so long.”

The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.

Give me someone who will lay with me under a crescent moon, and quietly watch our worlds collide.

I want to exist in the same world where you just want to exist in mine.

She was someone who still believed that she could love with a shattered heart, and that made her remarkable.

I closed a lot of doors, that used to be wide open. Bolted them shut so you couldn’t break them down again.

When you’re with her, I know you wish it was me. When I’m with him, he’s all I see.

When you’d hurt, I’d rush to your side. When I’d hurt, you’d hide.

The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.

And I’m just trying to find someone worthy enough to set my heart on fire.

And some days, all she needs is to lay beneath the crescent moon and let the earth hold her.

It was then, sitting there, that I looked over him, and realized there was more.

Sometimes, the only hand you need to hold, is your own.

He admired the way I loved. Because I still gave everything that I had, even when I was left with nothing.

Love today. Gone tomorrow. Now you pass each other like strangers on a busy street.

The only thing setting her off, are the fireworks he put inside of her soul.

She left this world with so many unanswered questions. But returned with an open heart.

Death: the only true emotion felt in an apathetic world.

A joyous person abounds with energy and feels buoyant, because he or she is running a higher frequency current of energy through his or her system.

I want people to feel like they can do anything.

I have a love-hate relationship with losing. I hate how it makes me feel, which is basically sick. But I love what it brings out.

All the time I feel I must justify my existence.

I always feel like I’m the one with everything to prove.

I feel I can still do the same job as I did 10 years ago – I’ve just got a few more wrinkles!

The only problems I’ve ever had with being honest is telling people how I feel about them or saying how I feel about other people.