Deirdre

I want to be a mystery, yet be known. I want to be together, yet alone. Is it too much to ask, to be famous yet unknown? To be a wanderer, yet have a home?

Dreams

Storms are wonderful. The way the skies trash and scream. It is a reminder, that even the skies scream, burdened with the weight of lost, forgotten dreams.

They say that the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons and my darling, you were so kind a beautiful before they dragged you to hell.

Latin phrases I simply adore

Oh, but nothing weighs more than the emptiness in my chest and the loneliness in you eyes.

She wore a thousand faces all to hide her own.

Old souls

How can emptiness be so heavy?

Where my books go

She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.

We’re all killers. We’ve all killed parts of ourselves to survive. We’ve all got blood on our hands. Something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive.

Storms are wonderful. The way the skies thrash and scream. It is a reminder, that even the skies scream, burdened, with the weight of lost, forgotten dreams.

Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It’s ordinary to live the beautiful, but it’s beautiful to love the ordinary.

“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I am not living.”

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

I would have come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do.