Robert M. Drake

She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.

Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.

Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.

Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.

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.

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.

You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.