“Stop looking for people who only want your beauty and turn away your chaos and darkness.”

Some things are beautiful, but they are beautiful in the way of the sun. If you fly too close, they will melt your wings and send you plummeting into the sea.

Her mother told her she could grow up to be anything she wanted be, so she grew up to become the strongest of the strong, the strangest of the strange, the wildest of the wild, the wolf leading wolves.

I hope you summon your courage and you invite your demons to tea, and you learn to listen to all their stories.

She is alone, and oh how brilliantly she burns.

And you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.

You are a dangerous collection of all my favorite things. An old soul, a heart of gold, and hands that make my body sing.

You are not his princess; you are your own queen.

A mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole, she wears fire for skin but a storm lives in her soul.

People aren’t born sad; we make them that way.

Some people will always taste like fire and leave the ones that love them tasting like ash.

Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.

Tell your daughters how you love your body. Tell them how they must love theirs.

I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.

You must understand: they fear you. There is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.

Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice.

Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.

Just let the chaos in you be beautiful. You are such a soft and wild thing.

I promise you nothing is as chaotic as it seems. Nothing is worth diminishing your health. Nothing is worth poisoning yourself into stress, anxiety, and fear.

Over thinkers – masters at turning calm into chaos.

And in between the calm and the chaos you are evolving.

You said you loved the chaos, so how was I any different?

Chaos demands to be recognized and experienced before letting itself be converted into a new order.

They fell for her poetry But ran from her chaos.

and in the chaos of life, there is you