“If there ever was a time not to be fragile, this is it.”

Love me like my demons do.

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people.

You will eventually lose control, and when you do – when you lose every last shred of it until you can’t see red from black, right from wrong—I will be here. Ready to back you up, the way you should be doing for me.

Somewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.

Embrace the glorious mess that you are.

But I was still weird enough that people otherwise left me alone.

There’s a difference between loving someone as they are whole, and wanting to see all of their pieces. I’ve understood this for a while now, and I don’t fault anyone for it.

The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.

Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.

A mouse trying hard to come off as a lion.

He doesn’t look at me like he’s owed anything. He looks at me like I’ve already given him everything.

Be you. All of you. Without consequence. Without judgment.

I need someone who sees the fire in my eyes and wants to play with it.

Life is going to break your heart. Remember to say thank you.

Funny how being fucked isn’t nearly as pleasing as I remember.

I can resist everything except temptation.

Brown daughters are just fragile glass houses always on the verge of shattering.

Spiritual awakening is not about knowing everything and about being powerful. Quite the opposite is true. It is about resting deeply into not knowing, and about being so sensible and fragile that the belief of the ego dissolve into silence.

I thought butterflies are frail until they began to flit in my stomach.

I broke something and realized I should break something once a week to remind me how fragile life is.

She’s never seemed fragile, or weak. No. Never. Not to me. Her strength, is viking. Her bravery. Her wild. And at night, Helena, she sleeps. With the wolves lovingly at her feet.

Don’t ever think I am fragile because I asked you to handle me with care. It was not a plea, it was a warning. My strength keeps me safe but I can’t say the same for you.

Nothing is so fragile as thought in its infancy; an interruption breaks it: nothing is so powerful, even to overturning empires, when it reaches its maturity.

Living my life to protect your fragile heart is what I would die for.