Halsey

Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise. Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised.

I can’t help this awful energy. God damn right, you should be scared of me.

I miss the thought of a forever, you and me. But all you’re missing is my body.

And now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it. Already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it.

I’m not something to butter up and taste when you get bored.

He’s out his head, I’m out my mind. We got that love, the crazy kind.

I can’t help this awful energy. God damn right, you should be scared of me.

Love – THE FEELING – is a fruit of love, the verb.

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me.

They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill, what never dies. Nor can Spirits ever be divided that love and live in the same Divine Principle; the Root and Record of their Friendship. If Absence be not death, neither is theirs. Death is but Crossing the World, as Friends do the Seas; They live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is Omnipresent. In this Divine Glass, they see Face to Face; and their Converse is Free, as well as Pure. This is the Comfort of Friends, that though they may be said to Die, yet their Friendship and Society are, in the best Sense, ever present, because Immortal.

The love we shared is a paper town on a map we drew ourselves, drunk and fucked and needing to be more than we were.

Sometimes the heart is deceiving.

I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love.

Love is the will to extend one’s self for the purpose of nurturing one’s own or another’s spiritual growth.

Men make love more intensely at 20, but make love better, however, at 30.

Don’t forget me, don’t forget me. I wouldn’t leave you if you’d let me.

If your love is not as strong as a tidal wave, I will not be moved.

When I told you I wasn’t in love, I lied.

You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch.

My wish for us all is to love and adore ourselves just as much as we do everyone else!

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?