Love Her Wild

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.

Watch carefully the magic that occurs when you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.

I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

A sky full of stars and he was staring at her. —ATTICUS

It was her chaos that made her beautiful.

There is nothing prettier in the whole wide world than a girl in love with every breath she takes.

She was afraid of heights but she was much more afraid of never flying.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

She had just enough madness to make her interesting

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFE AND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.

From the moment I saw her I knew this one was worth the broken heart.

What good are wings without the courage to fly?

That was her magic— she could still see the sunset even on those darkest days.

Chase your stars fool, life is short.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her ear once a day will solve more problems than all those therapists and drugs.

We are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths.

I let her go because I knew she could do better and now she's gone I wonder if I should've just been better.

Time is all we have and don’t.

She wore the moonlight like lingerie.

Sometimes I want a quiet life other times I want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days, to our very last tomorrows.

It was never the way she looked always the way she was I would have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.

She was everything real in a world of make-believe.

I aspire to be an old man with an old wife laughing at old jokes from a wild youth.

I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to know that I will be here forever loving you in dusk.

Thinking of you is a poison I drink often.

There’s too much risk in loving,’ the young boy said, ‘no,’ said the old man, ‘there’s too much risk in not.

What of the firefly, the one I love to chase? The old man smiled Love her he said but leave her wild, and the old oak tree I love to climb? Love her, he said, but leave her wild the bird that sings that song I love? Love her, he said, but leave her wild and the wolf that cries to the old joke moon? Love her, he said, but leave her wild and the horse that loves to run with storms? Love her, he said, but leave her wild. And what of her, the one I love most? And the old man smiled. Yes, he said, you must love her too but love her wild and she’ll love you

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

Love her but leave her wild

It's a lonely thing, protecting a breakable heart

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.