She’s proof that you can walk through hell and still be an angel.

You kill your future by mourning the past.

Give yourself permission to walk away from anyone who half loves you.

I’m not worried about death, my biggest concern is not living enough while alive…

She wanted to scream but remained silent for you no longer deserve her words.

Give me raw conversation without filters or restraints. I yearn for something deeper, I long for understanding.

She was a beautiful savage.

Make peace with your broken pieces.

Alone, by herself she built the kingdom that she wanted.

Some women fear the fire. Some simply become it.