Fetchingly Chaotic.

I love a lot, and hard, and very passionately.  I will no longer be ashamed by this.  Instead I will travel where the wind takes me and love something from each place along the way.

Your posture gave me chills; the way it pronounced your confidence. Speaking in a language of its own that you accorded no translation for, it just had to be understood. I admire a woman that knows she’s got it without having to tell me.

Remember the things that soften you today.  Search for them every day.  Happiness grows slowly.  Love you, for your strength for still being here, for believing still.

no, darling.  yo(u) complete you.

I want to live in the small spaces between big thoughts, no matter how cramped it is there.  I want to sit and learn how to feel more passionate, more creative, more inspired.  I want to see the instant love that is sparked and born.  I am tired of the passing time, of the sullen seconds slipping.  I want to watch the first thoughts blossom before they flow, I want to learn from them how to finally start.

this wilderness you've unleashed in me, no one else knows  what to do with my wild

Don't wait around your whole life for somebody who completes you.  That's not how it works.  You are the sum of everybody you've ever lusted for and loved.  Drink life in through your lips.  Dig your nails into its skin.  Leave bruises on the neck of it before you settle down.  A soul mate is not the whole picture, remember that, they are just the final piece.

they say that she's absorbed in her own essence, i say it's beautiful that she is.  it's beautiful that she's focused on her own journey, it's beautiful that all she's concerned about is her growth, it's beautiful that she doesn't follow the crowd and does her own thing.  she's a free spirit, going with the wind, and if you can't keep up with her, that's no fault of her own.

Choose to believe in your own myth your own glamour your own spell a young woman who does this (even if she is just pretending) has everything.

I will always want myself.  Always.  Darling, I wrote myself a love poem two nights ago.  I am a whole woman who grows flowers between her teeth.  I tend to my garden.  I dance myself out of pain.  You think women like me crawl for pity?  You ever see the offspring of a lion eat grass?  This wanting of myself gets stronger with age. I host myself to myself. I am whole.

Listen to my heart, she will tell you how to love me

We often forget that we are nature.  Nature is not something separate from us.  So when we say that we have lost our connection to nature, we've lost our connection to ourselves.

If you have a dream, don't just sit there.  Gather courage to believe that you can succeed and leave no stone unturned to make it a reality