Ana Berdeja

There is a quality about women who choose men sparingly; it appears in their walk, in their eyes, in their laughter and in their gentle hearts.

People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

What and how much had I lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do?

In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.

You were better to the ones that were worse for you. And worse to the one that was better for you.

It’s funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality.

I want to be inside your darkest everything.

Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.