She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.
Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.
Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.
Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.
Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.
A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.
She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.
It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.
If I lived a million lives, I would’ve felt a million feelings and I still would’ve fallen a million times for you.
Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.
Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.
Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.
I had to learn to live without you and I couldn’t make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.
It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.
You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.
We swallowed the chaos because we knew we didn’t want to be ordinary.
But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.
Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.
She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.
She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.
Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.
At the end of the day I went to this place where your memories left footsteps on my skin and the breath of your touch stained my desire. Yea, it was one of those nights where I needed you the most.
With all honesty, somewhere between the hello and the dreams I saw you in I fell in love.
She wasn’t broken. She was just bent, over the chance of being ignored by the one she loved.
I need you because I know I deserve you but let me fall in love with you one last time before I let go. So I can remember the beautiful imperfection that rattled my bones.
Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.
Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.
Excuse me, I feel interrupted and I think I’ve overdose from the idea of loving you.
I kept loving and loving and loving. Every waking hour, I marveled on how these moments would make made me feel. I wanted to love the world and be the change it so deliciously craved.
Broken hearts, you can run, you can hide and perhaps the earth is big enough to believe you’re safe. So maybe for a moment you have escaped but hear me, hear me well. Love will find you and it will leave nothing behind.
The greatest adventure is to have no fear for the blaze that lies ahead.
We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.
I arrived, I saw humans and I saw through their faces. Nothing ever changes but the light in their eyes. For I too have buried my demons today, without knowing what might remain beneath the face of tomorrow.
Look deeper through the telescopeand do not be afraid when the starscollide towards the darkness,because sometimes the most beautifulthings begin in chaos.
You are only as free as you think you are and freedom will always be as real as you believe it to be.
Let your love flow where the beautiful things are and something beautiful will always come your way.
And in the end,she left a scarand I knew that washow she wanted tobe remembered.She wanted to leaveher mark in theworldwithout gettingher heart tooattached to it.
Destroy thefear in youbefore thefear destroysthe lifebefore you.
Chaos,leave me never,keep me wildand keep me freeso that mybrokenness will be,the only beautythe world will see.
To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.
Maybe one day we’ll find that place, where you and I could be together and we’ll catch our dreams within the waves of change. So hear me, you are not alone.
Ill love you with every little bit of everything that has ever consumed me and I will forever love you and forever find you in every life time and so on. Until the stars die out and the universe leaps but even then, my love will remain.
Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.
She had the power to change the world but she couldn’t save the one she loved.
That night I didn’t say anything. I just watched you leave and in the end, I just stayed sleeping awake. Somewhere between a sweet dream and a beautiful nightmare, hoping one day you’d return to rid me of the demons you left behind.
Magic is when you live your life the way you didn’t picture it and leave nothing behind.
Your greatest dreams will always slumber within the vicious depths of fear.
She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that I could never ignore.
The fear of loving a dog, is knowing one day they’ll be gone and you could never find eyes that express all that you feel.
Sometimes those we love break us to bind us whole within the transition.
Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.
The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.
The funny thingaboutadvice is,we always tellothersthe thingswecannotreally doourselves.
Your sky is full of stars and my arms too short to reach a piece to call my own
Our fate liesin the handsof the things we loveand sometimesthe things we loveare the thingsthat lead usto the fatal destructionof ourselves.
She was the death of me,the beginning and the end.And I never understood her,for how could someoneSo beautiful be the causeof so much destructionafter all.
From chaos to lullabiesI watched herlive my thoughts,and soon enoughshe did becomemy favorite stony.She was everythingand with every wordshe drew me closer.She drew me into her story,a storyI knew I would neverbe able to understand.