“Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.”

There is a knowing in her, she hears them say, that makes her untamable. She has known since she was a child that she is observant in a way that makes them uncomfortable.

Anxious people are resorceful, they need to know how to keep the sea of panic at bay so they do not drown.

When I was a little girl, I had a friend and sometimes I wondered if he was born on the day the Titanic sank.

I know how to handle noise better than I can handle silence.

All he knew was chaos and this mortal world was obsessed with order

Seek no homes in other people’s chests.

The greatest wish I have ever had is to create with words, what wizards cannot and what magic never has.

The woman who tames fires and snakes and savours bones.

Every time a man takes from a woman’s body without her permission, he is disrespecting the womb from which he was born, he is defiling the place that protected him when he was at his most defenseless.

She takes her life and starts turning it into something beautiful without him. She learns how to love herself in the most intricate of ways. She goes out and spends time with her friends when she is lonely. She learns to love her alone.

The deepest love you can ever have is the love you have for yourself.

In a cave where everything is fragranced with water, she asks for a daughter instead of praying for a son.

The bad new is, what was shattered may never be possible to rebuild. The good new is, what you make in its place will be better than what was destroyed.

A wound left unhealed is bound to open again. That’s just what being human is.

Some people survive and talk about it. Some people survive and go silent. Some people survive and create. Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way, and everyone is entitled to that, without judgment.

All because you were born into a family that could afford these things for you. This is called a privilege and you must never forget it.

Allow your heart to be soft and kind.

I will remain soft in a world marked by hardness.

Was I too soft, or was the world too hard?

They all land softly… The breeze through the willow The rain in the forest The tears on my pillow.

Skin is just the softest cage.

Your lips were soft and tender, warm like september. Every moment spent with you made me feel wild and brand new.

I’ve gotten a lot of things wrong in my life, a lot of missteps I’ve taken in strife; but one thing I’m certain i’ve always gotten right, is the feel of your lips so soft and so light.

You are the sweet, soft, delicacy that delights my soul. I want to taste every part of your aura’s citrusy tang.