She had the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen And it took only her laugh to realize that beauty was the least of her.
She was powerful not because she wasn’t scared but because she went on so strongly, despite the fear.
I’ve never met a person with an easy past.
I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.
It was her chaos that made her beautiful.
Time is all we have and don’t.
She was everything real in a world of make-believe.
She wore the moonlight like lingerie.
What good are wings without courage to fly?
Depression is being colorblind and being told how colorful the world is.
We are made of those who have built and broken us. She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.
Love her, but leave her wild.