The power of mediocrity is in secrecy, and in numbers. Find its blind spot, and have no mercy. It devours excellence.

Seeking solace in the tribal is an instant relief and a prolonged despair.

Envy makes paupers out of kings.

When you build your house on someone’s grave, they move on, but the ghost of them stays with you, forever.

Sometimes it only matters that you caught the ride.

Some build it, some cross it, some burn it. Few become it.

Honesty makes your skin glow.

Some people are the wound, some are the medicine. The key ones are both.

The man I missed was never there.

What happens on social media, stays on social media.

Density and darkness make the path narrow, but straight.

You don’t have to sell your soul to get ahead. It just makes success quicker.

Each lie creates more distance.

He’s good for me. In a very bad way. 

Sexuality is the intelligence of the Universe, but not its heart. — For Milica. 

When living out of time we understand that true love is always returned.

We’re humanizing a vastness of neglect. 

I’m not looking at you. I’m looking at you looking at me looking at you.

Broken is the new brave. 

When it’s a one-way street, walk faster. When it’s a blind alley, get out. 

Do not let your flame be used for someone else’s fire. 

No one wins in love. But love always wins.

Everything we fear already happened.

When we lose the noise, we hear our own tune. And only then can we know what to dance to. 

Building your social media profile one bloodcell at a time. 

There is nothing that corruption likes more than to see integrity fail.

We are two sides of a coin. The same coin.

Love, an elegance of intention; passion, a density of thought.

People are not stupid. People are easily influenced.

The dark cold heart of trauma. Its controlled demolition.

Beautiful on the outside, ugly on the inside, turns on a dime.

There is a silent space where you used to be that must be filled with dance.

Take it. All your Kingdom. Except me.

We forget. Friction creates fire.

You learn the difference between letting go of someone and losing someone when the one you lost never returns.

He needs to be real. Like the Sun.

Money is easy, habits are hard.

Between the Maiden and the Hag stands the Lady of the Lake. Her power is her mystery. Her grace infinite. She embraces both.

Rotting bridges should be burned. For safety reasons.

When you hit the road, it might hit back.

The mystery of love is in its unfolding.

We don’t know what we want from each other. But we want it badly.

I remove myself from your mind, your heart, your bones, your cells, so no trace of me remains when the doubt sets in, nothing to hold on to when the emptiness takes over. I deny you the ghost of me. And this I do out of love. As denying love has consequences.

The only task of the Sacred Feminine on Earth is to exist with certainty and grace.