Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love.

She slept with wolves without fear, for the wolves knew a lion was among them.

She had the power to change the world, but she could not save the one she loved...

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.