I’m too much and not enough, in that order.

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.

We’re all a little broken and a little mad.

It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on this earth as though I had a right to be here.

Sometimes I wonder…
If am a girl with a storm instead of a soul,
Or if I am a storm inside this fragile girl’s skin.

People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.