She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.

I hope that someday when I am gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off of these pages and thinks, "I would have loved her.

I am a lover of words and tragically beautiful things, poor timing and longing, and all things with soul, and I wonder if that means I am entirely broken, or if those are the things that have been keeping me whole.

I am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.

Whatever it is that stirs your soul, listen to that. Everything else is just noise.

The tide has pulled the storm from my soul, again.

I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.