You're too sane for a lunatic girl like me. You live in reality, while I tango in the jungle of my imagination making love to firecracker dreams.

Forbidden things - my God, I'm drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

Her eyes, full of ancient, sacred wisdom. Her bones, deposits of inherited bravery. She is a proud descendant of strong, courageous women who went to the stakes fighting for their truths.

Be with someone who willingly runs in the storm with you, not someone who cowers away because of turbulent winds.

She’s into authentic hearts and mind shattering conversations. Good music and quirky art. Weirdness and eccentric people. Love, kindness and genuine souls. She’s into all this and so much more.

She's a dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian hurricane.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.

You have dirty hands and dark wild eyes, but by far you are the purest heart I have ever known.

Your soul is so bohemian, free and gypsy wild. Come swim with me in the calming sea, let's be mermaids for awhile.

Once our souls collided and caught fire, there was no turning back. Love is a collision of two stars -- it's as simple and as complicated as that.

You think you know me, I've barely peeled back one layer.

Jigga, Kells, Not Guilty

Anxiety is the price tag on human freedom

Imagine fantasy and pretend as neither fantastical nor pretended.....and then believe it.

She licked her lips, swallowing a few times before her soft voice reached him. “It makes no sense, but I’m glad my date never showed. I think I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be tonight.

Although the world is full of suffering it is also full of the overcoming of it.

Chaka Fattah already lost the seat in a Democratic primary. So, he's on his way out. And he formally resigned this week.

I like the Moth podcast a lot. I listen to that.

No power of government ought to be employed in the endeavor to establish any system or article of belief on the subject of religion.

I am the maker of music, the dreamer of dreams!

Most horses don't walk backwards voluntarily, because what they can't see doesn't exist.