I don't know why people are afraid of lust. Then I can imagine that they are very afraid of me, for I have a great lust for everything. A lust for life, a lust for how the summer-heated street feels beneath my feet, a lust for the touch of another's skin on my skin...a lust for everything. I even lust after cake. Yes, I am very lusty and very scary.
You can be the most beautiful person in the world and everybody sees light and rainbows when they look at you, but if you yourself don't know it, all of that doesn't even matter. Every second that you spend on doubting your worth, every moment that you use to criticize yourself; is a second of your life wasted, is a moment of your life thrown away. It's not like you have forever, so don't waste any of your seconds, don't throw even one of your moments away.
What is a Wanderess? Bound by no boundaries, contained by no countries, tamed by no time, she is the force of nature’s course.
When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.
Sometimes you get so high on life only because you truly know what it’s like to live from the bottom of the barrel.
Never forget that feeling fantastic is a massive magnet for summoning more magic.
Happiness is like water. Remove all obstacles and it’ll come rushing in. Or it’ll wear away at them slowly and get the last laugh in the end . . . Because ecstasy is our destiny.
It's nonsensical the way you tickle my ventricles and use many magical mirrors to show me I'm identical to everything that's invincible.
One of the greatest paths to wholeness is learning how to accept the holes.
My poems awake at the sound of your name...