when she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. they wanted her to change back into what they always had been,. but she had wings. Life is change.use your wings.
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought. She was beautiful for that sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile
Like a wild flower; she spent her days, allowing herself to grow, not many knew of her struggle, but eventually all; knew of her light.
Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred tender vision of your beautiful soul. -Hafiz This is absolutely beautiful
one day she finally grasped that unexpected things were always going to happen in life. and with that she realized the only control she had was how she chose to handle them. so, she made the decision to survive using courage, humor, and grace.
I am so tired of feeling like a shattered vase across a slippery floor and I am so tired of watching you tip toe around the pieces so you do not cut yourself on me. - Tyler Knott Gregson I just love the writing of this. It's such beautiful imagery.