Wildflower; pick up your pretty little head, It will get easier, your dreams are not dead.

I don't paint what people expect, I paint what my heart yearns to express.

Most girls want the world, i just want you and a sunset.

Her love is rare but she'll keep you wild.

She was drawn to the wild warriors, they had to have a little gypsy in their veins.

Healing your wounds will hurt, so cry. Cry your pretty little heart out until you have nothing left to shed, that's how beauty is grown; through the darkest of our days we become the light.

There's only one place I want to go and it's to all the places I've never been.

I don't want fleeting friendships or relationships or passion in life, give me fleeting moments in coffee shops and walks by the water but I will never be satisfied with empty kinships that are fleeting & undecided. Those connections are what make us all human and I dare not settle my wild little heart for something of so little depth.

These people will try to manipulate you, try to bring you down but remember baby girl you are a queen, own your crown.