“
She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.
— robert m drake
She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.
With all honesty, somewhere between the hello and the dreams I saw you in I fell in love.
If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.
She wasn't broken. She was just bent, over the chance of being ignored by the one she loved.
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.
It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.
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.
Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.
Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.
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.
It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.
If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.
Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.
Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.
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.
I arrived, I saw humans and I saw through their faces. Nothing ever changes but the light in their eyes. For I too have buried my demons today, without knowing what might remain beneath the face of tomorrow.
Broken hearts, you can run, you can hide and perhaps the earth is big enough to believe you’re safe. So maybe for a moment you have escaped but hear me, hear me well. Love will find you and it will leave nothing behind.
The greatest adventure is to have no fear for the blaze that lies ahead.
She had more of me then I had of myself. We were both wild birds chasing the stars. We’d lose our way and find new places, close our eyes and fall back towards a constellation of dreams. We wrapped ourselves in a blanket of passion and each night we fell deeper without control, into this strange space called love.
We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.
We swallowed the chaos because we knew we didn't want to be ordinary.
Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.
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.
Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.
I need you because I know I deserve you but let me fall in love with you one last time before I let go. So I can remember the beautiful imperfection that rattled my bones.
I kept loving and loving and loving. Every waking hour, I marveled on how these moments would make made me feel. I wanted to love the world and be the change it so deliciously craved.
Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.
The truth is I didn’t need therapy; I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.
But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.
Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.
A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.
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.
How could I live above the water or breathe under it. How could I swim in darkness consumed in an ocean of you? Falling or flying towards you, losing or finding myself in you and beauty was never the word to catch all that you are. For now I know the means of the infinite and it all starts and ends with you.
Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.
To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.
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.
Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.
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.
The truth is I didn’t need therapy; I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.
Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.
To love is to soar in the wild unexpectedly.
Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.
Appreciate the moment of a first kiss; it may be the last time you own your heart.
Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.
I know how you feel because I’ve been there too. I’ve hated and I’ve loved. I’ve seen my demons root and crawl and my angels branch and soar. I've died within myself and lived a thousand different lives. I too fight the same war and I too am drowning in the puddles of self-consciousness this world created.
A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.
Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.
Appreciate the moment of a first kiss; it may be the last time you own your heart.
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.
Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.
At the end of the day I went to this place where your memories left footsteps on my skin and the breath of your touch stained my desire. Yea, it was one of those nights where I needed you the most.
Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.
Excuse me, I feel interrupted and I think I've overdose from the idea of loving 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.
The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.
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.
The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.
You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.
We swallowed the chaos because we knew we didn't want to be ordinary.
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.
To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.
She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.
