The girl was a gypsy before an illness took control of her legs, now she watches in awe the world pass by whilst stillness teaches her about inner strength.

It’s caring in the intimate ways without a single touch that will break down my walls, my heart carries medals of war, it doesn’t know how to love small. Come with integrity, guts, strength or not at all.

She has fought many wars, most internal. The ones that you battle alone, for this, she is remarkable. She is a survivor.

The world stopped fighting for me long ago,I had to rely on self and pave a path on my own. Some of us women are fierce beyond our means, We are raised by warriors to be nothing but queens.

I could have loved him with everything I had but he wasn't prepared for the depth i provided ~ had I been a woman of weakness I would have stayed, but he lost the chance when he said I wasn't enough that day.

A warrior still needs love and affection, the same way a tiger in the wild does. Just because we carry strength, doesn’t mean we are always strong.

I am not immortal, but my words are. I hope they touch hearts long and far For many centuries to come. For women to know they are emotional fucking beings and to be powerful in that, we are the game changers - our instinct speaks clearer then most voices. Trust it.

For some women, they need a man. For others, men need them.

I left you to find myself, I’ll never be back.