dont harden your heart; because of the past, it'll block your sight, of a positive future.

I don't wear the opinions of others anymore, I learnt to dress myself.

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

She wore her battle scars like wings, looking at her you would never know that once upon a time she forgot how to fly

I learnt my best lessons from some of the worst people & I look back now and think thank fuck I let you go, I deserved to grow.

The only cure to all this madness; is too dream, far and wide, if possibility doesn't knock, create a damn door. If the shoe doesn't fit, don't make it. If the journey your travelling seems to far fetched and wild beyond your imagination; continue on it, great things come to the risk takers. And last but not least, live today; here, right now, you'll thank your future self for it later.

she enetered the room and the entire crowd stopped, who was she? even in a million moons; you will never understand her, for she is to mysterious to presume and too wise to share her light to everyone. I wanted to love her, but i could tell, i wasnt the only one.

They use to tell me dreams were just a vivid imagination, so I wrote them into my story and sold it by myself.

She never allowed the external world to change her soul, that was her magic.