Her stories were made of badass women teasing monsters and running wild with dragons.

Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight.

You'll find magic everywhere, even in dark, dusty corners, if you stop searching with your limited human eyes and instead feel with your naked soul.

She's a tangled mess of wild- a forest nymph, a goddess child. She's like the seductive sea - feral and fierce, calm and serene. She's the starfish swimming in my soul, the woman child who keeps me sane, who keeps me whole.

She doesn’t burn bridges,
she covers them in gypsy flowers
and feather kisses,
then strolls along her merry way.
Too heavy to carry grudges,
she leaves love and hope droplets
wherever she goes.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip on love with. The kind of girl you never forget.