Unleash yourself to the world, fully. To know who you are, you must see what opposes you.

If the room you are in is dirty, clean it. If you cannot clean it, walk out.

Sometimes you come across people that are genuine, intelligent, and true. Treat them like diamonds.

There will always be another other, but there is only one self.

There is no way around it. Only through.

I’ve learnt nothing about love and everything about people.

Betraying your Heart wounds the Soul of the World.

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.