She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.

Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.

Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.

A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.

We swallowed the chaos because we knew we didn't want to be ordinary.

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.