She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.

Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.

The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.