“Love me to the bone beneath the nerves beyond my mistakes beneath my veins and even as my heart breaks. Love me entirely or not at all.”

There comes a point where you stop trying to make others feel good about who you are and just want to feel good about yourself.

She goes on. Despite the fears, struggles, obstacles and disappointments. She lives for love of self, love of life, and maybe one day for the love of someone else.

All those years now mean nothing besides lessons and memories. Eventually they’ll fade, you’ll fade, and the scars that once haunted me will be mere trophies of my resilience.

Stop looking for forever in temporary people.

I hope you learn to let go of all the things not meant for you.

I’m sorry never made it better. I just let it suffice.

I hate and love that there’s no hiding who I am from you.

There will be those who seek to destroy you and everything you stand for. No matter what, keep building.

I’ve defined love in so many ways before this moment, but this is by far my favorite.

He stares at me and I know, I know for once that I mean the world to someone.

Why are you waiting around for someone who has not chosen you.

You’re supposed to help your partner progress and push them to be the best version of themselves.

She went through a snowstorm just to lie by his side. He wouldn’t even walk through the rain.

You were never worth the chase and I was always worth the effort.

No one knows how bad this hurts and I won’t tell them Cause I know I’m going to stay and I don’t feel like being judged for it.

I’m sorry is no longer a healing balm. It won’t happen again is just another lie.

Only god can bring dry bones back to life.

I am not afraid of love. I am afraid of loving so hard that every vein and bone and fragment of this skin, would break at the absence of you.

There is a skeleton in every house.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

Darling, it’s okay to fall again; these bones of yours they already know how to mend.

Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.

I guess you’re the bee and the stings all at once; By which I mean you’re the reason I wrap these tired bones around every aching thing.