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 to self-discover you must self-destruct.

Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

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.

A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.

The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.

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.

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.

If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.

Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.

Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

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.

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.

You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.

Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.

We swallowed the chaos because we knew we didn't want to be ordinary.

But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.

Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.

She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.

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.

Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.

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.

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.

With all honesty, somewhere between the hello and the dreams I saw you in I fell in love.

She wasn't broken. She was just bent, over the chance of being ignored by the one she loved.

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.

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.

Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.

Excuse me, I feel interrupted and I think I've overdose from the idea of loving you.

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.

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.

We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.

To love is to soar in the wild unexpectedly.

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.

Failure is not an option. Keep going!

World seems like a void of silence every time footsteps are deprived of dancing shoes.

To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.

Maybe one day we’ll find that place, where you and I could be together and we’ll catch our dreams within the waves of change. So hear me, you are not alone.

The chaos in me is the chaos in you. Like the love in you is the love in me. So maybe we’re both a little crazy. Enough to believe we’re found where dreams are born and beneath our faults remain a science, where you and I will run away and leave nothing behind.

Ill love you with every little bit of everything that has ever consumed me and I will forever love you and forever find you in every life time and so on. Until the stars die out and the universe leaps but even then, my love will remain.

The more I learned the less I felt I knew you and I got lost counting stars, I fell dreaming. Sometimes I’d wander away. Maybe I wasn’t ready or maybe it was just a hard time to love. You always reminded me of home and I could never fathom the reasoning behind your smile. Perhaps one day, if we believe enough, we’ll find our way.

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.

Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.

Every broken piece of me fell on every broken piece of you and when I took the missing parts, like the emptiness of me I saw the emptiness of you and I poured my half upon you to fill you whole. I risked it all just to dream you complete and catch you one day free in the wild.

She had the power to change the world but she couldn't save the one she loved.

That night I didn’t say anything. I just watched you leave and in the end, I just stayed sleeping awake. Somewhere between a sweet dream and a beautiful nightmare, hoping one day you’d return to rid me of the demons you left behind.

Magic is when you live your life the way you didn’t picture it and leave nothing behind.

Your greatest dreams will always slumber within the vicious depths of fear.

She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that I could never ignore.

The fear of loving a dog, is knowing one day they’ll be gone and you could never find eyes that express all that you feel.

I wrote her story because she wanted to live forever and I loved her far more with every word, too much! Even in death her life sought out beauty, for her moments were consumed with love and I could never write such a story without her stars flaming in my heart.

Sometimes those we love break us to bind us whole within the transition.

Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.

The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.

technology murdered childhood.

The voice of jealousy strikes from those who aim to hurt you, not those who love you!

I have a feeling that you’re riding for some kind of terrible, terrible fall. . . . The whole arrangement’s designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn’t supply them with. . . . So they gave up looking.

Even a baby step taken is in the right direction is PROGRESS