“You’ll know you’ve healed when you find gratitude in the pain that once broke you.”

Loving yourself is holding your own hand while you shake with anxiety.

It’s okay to feel self doubt from time to time you chose to go beyond what you’ve known.

Loving yourself is having the courage to leave situations and people that are not serving your growth.

Art can exist without explanation, so why must we understand the complexities of life to fully live it.

Take a deep breath you are not your thoughts.

The way you love may look different than the way others love you, it doesn’t mean it’s less.

Love is our greatest liberation.

Time only heals the wounds we are willing to face.

Fear will teach you what you care about the most.

Remember you are someone else’s safe space, someone out there looks to you for hope so maybe you could learn to look to yourself.

The answers you are seeking are within you, its society that’s taught you to look outside yourself.

In a world where we are constantly told self love is the key, it’s okay to not love yourself. There is no shame in looking for love within and not finding it.

Being heart broken is a sign of strength, it shows you were brave enough to love in the first place.

When you fully accept the dimples on your thighs and the tiger stripes that radiate from the centre of yours chest, it becomes an empowering experience.

Every time you don’t set a boundary with someone else, you violate your own inner truth.

You discover your soul in the quiet moments you spend alone.

You know, what can I say. If a relationship can’t work out, make a record.

The struggles I’m facing, The chances I’m taking, Sometimes might knock me down, But no, I’m not breaking.

An artist could have a really big relationship, and then they break up, and any song after that, people are automatically going to assume that that song is about that person.

Even if someone isn’t with you, you still have love in your heart. You will always have this love because no one can take away what’s in your heart.

Let’s break out of our past and concur the future

The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them, away.

Fiction and non-fiction are only different techniques of story telling. For reasons I do not fully understand, fiction dances out of me. Non-fiction is wrenched out by the aching, broken world I wake up to every morning.

Being dead broke is the Root of all Evil.