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 the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.
A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.
The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.
Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.
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.
We swallowed the chaos because we knew we didn't want to be ordinary.
Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.
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.
Appreciate the moment of a first kiss; it may be the last time you own your heart.
Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.
The truth is I didn’t need therapy; I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.
If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.
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.
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.
Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.
Plants are more courageous than almost all human beings: an orange tree would rather die than produce lemons, whereas instead of dying the average person would rather be someone they are not.
To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.
She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped from her pores. The moment she let go, she soared over the stillness like the star she was born to be.