Iris

“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
― Jamie Anderson

“My head a moon
Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin
Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.”
― Sylvia Plath

“But as long as one is alive, one can be vital. But you don't give up until you stop breathing.”
― Marilyn Monroe, Marilyn: Her Life in Her Own Words

“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.”
― Natalie Newman, Butterflies and Bullshit