She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell. 

Some people will always taste like fire and leave the ones that love them tasting like ash.

You are every beautiful thing that has ever happened to me wrapped in a person. You may think you are ordinary, but to me you are as magical as the ocean.

Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice.

You must understand: they fear you. There is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.

Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.

Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.

You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.

We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.

You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?

Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls. Thunder in their hearts. And chaos in their bones.

Memories… You are gone. But thank you for all these soft, sweet things you have left behind. In my home, in my head, in my heart.