“A flower growing from seed to bud to bloom is always where it should be. Everything takes time.”

You are your own responsibility. You belong to absolutely no one else.

Your body is a work of art & your life is magic.

Hate is a choice you make when you keep your ego on top of everything in your life.

It’s beautiful to find beauty in others but when it comes to you, you ending up finding only faults.

Loneliness is something that either runs your life or it ruins your life.

Someone rejected you doesn’t mean you deserve rejection.

The real of a person is rare to find and difficult to forget.

We feel extra confident when someone really needs us.

When you start loving yourself, you realize that life is so much in your favor. 

Trust God, He will make a way for you, in His own way.

All of us are born for a reason. We all are worthy.

Your age is your badge of honor.

Love is like a ship that needs balance to help you reach your destination.

Caring for yourself is a journey, and it doesn’t start and end on the people’s judgment.

Don’t forget to credit yourself for what you’ve gone through, appreciate the strength you have to keep going, and keep going through every phase of life.

No one understands yourself like you, give yourself time, believe in your capabilities & love yourself like you love someone.

Your smile is watching a flower bloom in love. Shy at first, then your brightness unfolds and you magically decorate the world with your flashy hues.

Flowers only wither to bloom again. So shall you break, only to be whole again.

My wings of hope unfurl soaring through the broken battlefields of life. On a journey to plant myself and bloom in iridescent rays of reverie.

Sometimes life breaks us and buries us alive, but that is how we find our purpose and rise bloom in love.

She never let the bruises of past become an obstacle in her growth and blooming.

Heart blooms when you let go off things which are holding you back.

Keep watering your life with a positive attitude and one day it will bloom.

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting.