To the girls who are secretly so broken
You WILL be alright
I know you have scars on your soul
Maybe your heart
Possibly your wrists
None of this is your fault
And even if you think it is
Let it go
Not that you can, that easily
I know you are broken
I know you're not okay
Especially when people ask how you are and you answer "I'm fine"
When what you really mean is "I'm alive"
But what do you really care about your own survival anymore
Well I just want you to know
There is beauty in broken glass
And to me
There is immeasurable beauty
In broken girls
So don't you ever forget
You cannot be defined by pain
You're too beautiful for that
Stay strong, broken girl
Nothing is ever really broken
Repost if you are a broken girl. So this message may reach as many of you as possible.
I am here for you. I may just be a sloth but if you message me: I'm fine.
Just randomly it will be our code for "I'm not fine at all" and I will be there for you.
What is more important than this?
He makes me smile.
He makes me laugh like no other.
Is there more that can be given?
A whole heart of perfumed love.
Any moment it will spread the fragrance of cherishment.
Filling your life with a blue wave of divine admiration.
The benevolence is like no other.
An affection filled desposition like no other.
A fluttering butterfly lost in a wonderfilled band of color.
This love is like no other.
An embrace of warm collections in a bundle.
A heartfelt hug meaning a million things.
A passionate kiss cascaded with amour.
I daydream too only wake up from being lost in your eyes.
Searching for the end of the rainbow that is you.
I treasure the way our lips dance to the cadence of our hearts when our words are not enough.
There's love in the eyes of your soul.
The unspoken words are enough to convey a million emotions.
There is love in every moment; every thought.
The pieces of his heart that he gives me, complete mine.
An affection so delicate and exquisite.
A boundless love and devotion that is immortal.
A burning flame of eternal love.
Its completely beautiful.
The love he gives me is absolutely timeless.
He gives me pieces of his heart to complete mine.
This love that is delicate and exquisite.
Our boundless love and devotion is immortal.
A burning flame of eternal love.
Its never a thing.
Its never just something.
It makes you cry endlessly.
When you think you are timeless, you become ephemeral.
Every collection of agony, anguish and afflication become a harrowing hole.
A bleeding heart is constructed from the dew of a beautiful nightmare.
Velvet ropes reiteratedly gave us hope and love.
Velvet ropes made us believe magic was real.
That rope that kept us bound by doggedness is velvet.
The exuberance in our lives is prevented.
Velvet ropes created an askew and bittersweet love.
Love that we will never understand.
Love that makes you voracious for more.
You become thirsty for cascading passion.
The velevet ropes spawns an eternal flame of abundance, exquisiteness and tenderness to the core.
What is this velvet rope that creates a loving, hopeful and prodigious man?
A man who is carefree and only kindheartedly based.
We have looked in all the wrong places.
For the velvet ropes are in the one place you failed to look...
Your own heart.
You are compromised with a great gift.
Turning your back and forming a blind eye to it by looking elsewhere made you lurk further.
Although you misguided yourself, count on the velvet ropes to bring you home...