I am pieces of quotes from my favorite books stitched together by song lyrics and I am glued together by midnight conversations and the sweet taste of coffee and i have this tendency to fall apart suddenly........

--She is a paradox. She is faithful and yet detached. She is committed and yet relaxed. She loves everyone, and yet no one. She is sociable but also a loner. She is gentle and yet tough. She is passionate but can also be platonic. In short, she is predictable in her unpredictability.
--I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset, I am a Tuesday 2 am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks. I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that i belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. you don't see the lighting but i hear the echoes.
--She's the places that she has a desire to visit. She's the pieces of quotes that are spattered in ink in her favorite books. She's the road trips she hopes to go on. She's the beautiful characters that mesmerized her in her favorite books. She's full of dreams, and I hope they one day come true.

She is a mess of gorgeous chaos, and you can see it in her eyes. 

........and i need you to somehow be okay with this because i am created by the souls who are brave enough to gather all my tattered pieces and put me back together.
and oh God how i would love to be whole again.