don’t rekindle old flames, they fused out for a reason.

“gotta do more gotta be more.”

if a man isn’t willing to tear himself open, raw and bloody, to give me one of his ribs, i don’t want him.

forced to be the poet, born to by the muse.

if not in this life, then the next.

anything easy is not worth having

the best lack all conviction, while the worst / are full of passionate intensity

if i lost my memory, i’m convinced i’d fall in love with you all over again.

wisdom isn’t man-made, it’s not how many years you’ve lived or what tragedies you’ve been not even your gpa. it comes from God.

personally me and my soulmate use our red string to keep other folks away.

i love to think that moles are marks from where a soulmate kissed you in a past life theory exists, concludes that my soulmate is a gentleman and a gentle freak.

“if i did i wouldn’t mind dying in the hands of you if i meant spending time with you speeding my heart up.”

no fear is worse than saying silent.

feelings create creativity.

fast fashion isn’t fashion. fashion is about expression, wear what you want regardless of trends and popularity.

he quips the call.

how am i supposed to be spiritually ready for the return of the Lord, if i’m not ready for a husband?