“I can’t think of anything more beautiful than being loved by you.”

I’m not looking for perfect just something worth believing in.

I felt for so long like love had forgotten my name until the day you said it.

Night falls, and the wounds we try to pretend we don’t have begin to haunt us.

The war between my mind and my heart has been the biggest destruction of my peace.

We cling to others because we feel like we won’t be able to do better. If you keep telling yourself that, then that’s all you’ll ever believe.

We willingly bleed ourselves dry for those we care without ever stopping to question, when is it enough?

I never wanted perfect. I just wanted happy. I’m still figuring out what that looks like.

In a world where so many yearn to be liked I rather be respected.

I write what I can’t say. I weep for these emotions.

I will minimize your place in my life till your absence is no longer an issue.

Not everyone you love is going to love you the way you need.

Sometimes letting go isn’t the loss you think it is.

Do not make excuses for someone not reciprocating what you give. You deserve someone who’s supportive and brings you happiness.

The first time you walked away, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Every time after that, it felt normal.

Don’t get stuck with someone who’s not willing to commit all because you’re afraid to be alone.

Pain is inevitable. It’s how we choose to heal that matters.

True beauty is knowing who you are and believing in yourself. Happy people know their purpose, have courage to fight for it and strength to keep going.

The beauty of fragrance is that it speaks to your heart and hopefully someone else’s.

For me, I like to be a little bit tomboy but still look like a lady. Pretty tough. Or really, really, really pretty.

No one can break me down. I know my worth and its a beautiful thing.

It is safe to look within. As I move through the layers of other people’s opinions and beliefs, I see within myself a magnificent being, wise and beautiful. I love what I see in me.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

Stand naked in front of the mirror and say, ‘I’m f–king sexy.’ That’s where it starts.

Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.