Blind yourself to the imperfections and rest in the ways of peace.
Swimming in the color gray.
I myself am made of flaws, stitched together by good intentions – Augusten Burroughs
All monsters are human.
Late at night when I can’t sleep it’s your voice I hear on repeat. Hollow lies again and again I’m still wishing they were true, Wishing they weren’t scratched in my head an endless repeat of all you said.
The Weight of Darkness
Every refuge has its price – The Eagles
We live in the confines of our own mind.
She’s stuck between who she is, who she wants to be and who she should be.
You’re not dead but you’re not alive either, you’re a ghost with a beating heart.
If you want to know where your heart is go to where your mind wanders.
Fragile State of Mind
She couldn’t be whole without the parts that had fit so perfectly with him.
I love the gentle kind of sadness, like a reminder that I can feel.
Turn pain into power.
You can close your eyes to things you do not want to see, but you can’t close your heart to things you do not want to feel.
What would your younger self think of you?
To wear your feelings on your sleeve.
I have this strange feeling I’m not myself anymore.
“No moral compass pointing due north… just an inner indecisiveness that is as wide as the ocean.”
You can’t escape yourself.
I will create a backbone secured to my hips to help me walk away and fastened to my neck to keep me from ever looking back.
I used to believe in out of sight out of mind.
I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.