Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.

If I lived a million lives, I would’ve felt a million feelings and I still would’ve fallen a million times for you.

I kept loving and loving and loving. Every waking hour, I marveled on how these moments would make made me feel. I wanted to love the world and be the change it so deliciously craved.

The more I learned the less I felt I knew you and I got lost counting stars, I fell dreaming. Sometimes I’d wander away. Maybe I wasn’t ready or maybe it was just a hard...

She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that...

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

At the end of the day I went to this place where your memories left footsteps on my skin and the breath of your touch stained my desire. Yea, it was one of those nights...

Ill love you with every little bit of everything that has ever consumed me and I will forever love you and forever find you in every life time and so on. Until the stars die...

I arrived, I saw humans and I saw through their faces. Nothing ever changes but the light in their eyes. For I too have buried my demons today, without knowing what might remain beneath the...

It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.

She wasn’t broken. She was just bent, over the chance of being ignored by the one she loved.

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.

You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.

technology murdered childhood.

The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.

She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.

Magic is when you live your life the way you didn’t picture it and leave nothing behind.

Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.

Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.

How could I live above the water or breathe under it. How could I swim in darkness consumed in an ocean of you? Falling or flying towards you, losing or finding myself in you and...

Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.

Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.

The greatest adventure is to have no fear for the blaze that lies ahead.

The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.

The fear of loving a dog, is knowing one day they’ll be gone and you could never find eyes that express all that you feel.

Sometimes those we love break us to bind us whole within the transition.

The truth is I didn’t need therapy; I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.

Every broken piece of me fell on every broken piece of you and when I took the missing parts, like the emptiness of me I saw the emptiness of you and I poured my half...

But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.

Excuse me, I feel interrupted and I think I’ve overdose from the idea of loving you.

To love is to soar in the wild unexpectedly.

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

Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.

Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.

I wrote her story because she wanted to live forever and I loved her far more with every word, too much! Even in death her life sought out beauty, for her moments were consumed with...

Appreciate the moment of a first kiss; it may be the last time you own your heart.

Maybe one day we’ll find that place, where you and I could be together and we’ll catch our dreams within the waves of change. So hear me, you are not alone.

She had the power to change the world but she couldn’t save the one she loved.

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.

Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.

She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.

Woman study loving him his whole life; Man study loving well, your whole wife

Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.

To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.

We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.

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

She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped...

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.

Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.

The chaos in me is the chaos in you. Like the love in you is the love in me. So maybe we’re both a little crazy. Enough to believe we’re found where dreams are born...