She wasn't the kind of lady that depended on a man and I think that's what made her so irrestible to them, any man she had loved; she wanted ~ and the men that loved her back couldn't handle not being needed, so she showed them the door and grew her own wings as they walked out. Love to her isn't a maybe thing, nor is it attachment and any man whom thinks he will ever own her would be best not to try at all.

Whatever you choose to do with your time on earth, do it passionately, follow the voice of your soul and don't focus some much on being interested in life, but being the interesting one full of life.

For a long time imagination was all i had. I allowed it to take me to all the places i yearned to be, all the sights i longed to see, make beauty out of all thats been and create art from this suffering.

There needs to be people with courageous hearts willing to talk real, willing to live wild and willing to conquer depths in which most are afraid of- their the people we aspire to be.