Be a pop of color in an otherwise dreary world
She will be too much for many, but to the far and few, she is the rarest gem
The soft sounds of the sea are her only serenity
She doesn’t rise from the ashes, she creates them. She’s the whole fucking fire.
Her mind is a wonderful mess & she has no intention of cleaning today
Change is hard at first, messy in the middle and gorgeous at the end. Don’t give up.
She’s a tornado with pretty eyes & a heartbeat
Both soft and fierce can co-exist & still be powerful
Lifestyles of the smol and anxious 