I don't want perfect I want something real. Something that makes me feel.

I will always be the ever-hopeful completely hopeless romantic.

Only the heart knows...what it did for love.

Many fall for her wild heart but so few know how to love her.

You don't always have to understand someone in order to love them.

My heart still speaks of our fire.

I had the wind knocked out of me today after I picked myself back up I decided I would become the fucking hurricane instead.

As a writer you try to listen to what other's aren't saying...and write about the silence.

I would rather suffer with passion than not feel anything at all.