She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn’t need no body but an open road, a pen and a couple of sunsets.
Be weary of the selfish givers, those who do something for a hidden fee.
Healing your wounds will hurt, so cry.
Cry your pretty little heart out until you have nothing left to shed, that’s how beauty is grown;
through the darkest of our days we become the light.
You know who you are, he said-
that intimidates boys but oneday a man will come along and value that exact part in you.
– Wise words from my best friend.
There is so much power in choosing to love yourself against all odds and I hope with every kind of painful experience you become more aware who you are and what you are truly capable of. Life hurts but it’s also remarkabley beautiful if you look past the chaos.
Just dabbing pieces of my heart into things that make me shine, my little young simple life.
I urge you to sit with yourself for 5 minutes and pour your heart out, ask yourself the serious questions ~ not the day to day duties we get caught up in. I can assure you, the 5 minutes spent reflecting on the life you have lived and how much more you’re yet to achieve will spark something in you that we all forgot we have.
I don’t want fleeting friendships or relationships or passion in life, give me fleeting moments in coffee shops and walks by the water but I will never be satisfied with empty kinships that are fleeting & undecided. Those connections are what make us all human and I dare not settle my wild little heart for something of so little depth.
She has fought many wars, most internal. The ones that you battle alone, for this, she is remarkable. She is a survivor.
Many speak to her but she’s looking for the one who knows her souls language.