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.

Stories are made about girls like you. The wild ones, those rare faces that smile in the midst of chaos.

She was always fighting a battle but her smile would never tell you so.

There's something about kindred spirits, you meet them and for a moment this world no matter ugly, makes sense. They bring a sense of freedom and clarity to one conversation; just enough to remind you of who you are.

What a rebellious act it is to love yourself naturally in a world of fake appearances.

She was born to be free, let her run wild in her own way and you will never lose her.

I'm not a girl that will lay in diamonds but I will run through the flowers of the seeds we plant together.

You know a wild spirit just by looking at them, they carry a vibe that doesn't appear often but when it does my god you won't forget them. They are always passing through lives, never staying put, but always remembered long after they have left. These souls are kindred spirits, they connect deeply or not at all.

Be an individual, let out the self that hides away at the expense of others approval.