“They say she is too much to handle, but when the moon pulls the tide and the wolves howl her name, blessed are the ones who have been taken by her wild.”

“I am a lover of words and tragically beautiful things, poor timing and longing, and all things with soul, and I wonder if that means I am entirely broken, or if those are the things that have been keeping me whole.”

“They say she is too much to handle, but when the moon pulls the tide and the wolves howl her name, blessed are the ones who have been taken by her wild.”

“I kept you so well, buried beneath the darkest shame and stilled with filthy lies. Perhaps I should have dug deeper.”

“Life is just a slide. Back and forth between loving and leaving, remembering and forgetting, holding on and letting go.”

“She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.”

“I have licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge I ever burned. I fear no hell from you.”

“The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.”

“She will rise. With a spine of steel and a roar like thunder, she will rise.”

“I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.”

“She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you.”