She stared at the stars like they were pillow for her mind and in their light she could rest her heavy head.

And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am

It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.

she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.

She writes things with her movements that I for the life of me could never write with a pen.

Tears are the silent passion for suffering

My hunger for writing will die when I have bled for the humans that never found the strength to find the words themselves

Nothing brings to life again a forgotten memory like a fragrance.

Fiction is art and art is the triumph over chaos… to celebrate a world that lies spread out around us like a bewildering and stupendous dream.

The true champions of a nation's freedom are those who reject the limitations of stereotypes and affirm the rich diversity of human nature to be found.

Live healthy NOW, You won't regret it

Alaska is so unblemished. It really gives you a good look back at what the earth looks like without a lot human beings crawling all over it.

There is no surer road to destruction than prosperity without character.

Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, the post of honoris a private station.

On my days off, I love denim cut off shorts with gladiator sandals and crop tops.

They say I look like a different ethnicity, and nobody's been recognizing me.

If you do enough things, you're going to eventually narrow it down to the things that really make you happy.

A great licentiousness treads on the heels of a reformation.