Goth Gone Grey

“If there is anything for absolute certainty that I can say then it is that your physical appearance, current life situation, belonging, finances, friends and family do not define you as an individual. What defines you is something that is physically impossible to touch yet so easily disturbed and distorted through words and actions, media and negativity. What defines you as an individual and makes you who you are and so unique, special, and a value in society, is your mind-set and personality. It’s so cliché yet so underrated, but it truly is what’s inside of you that matters, and the best thing that you can do for yourself in life is to live life the way you, and only you, want to, and to do what you want to do, say what you want to say, dress the way you want to dress, and love who you want to love. The best thing you can do is truly, honestly love yourself.”
― Regina Phalange, Slipping through my fingers: The story of a dying girl

“What I didn’t know then was that when you try to hold on to the past as hard as I was, you sometimes miss out on living in the present. I wish that someone had told me, Christina, live in the moment and dream of the future. That doesn’t mean you lose yourself. But stopping where you are now will cost you more than you can imagine.”
― Christina Rickardsson, Never Stop Walking: A Memoir of Finding Home Across the World

“She had aged with style and beauty. In soft romantic lighting, I could still see the magnificent girl from Mexico who had saved me with her love. When the lighting was less sentimental and somewhat more revealing, she was perhaps even more magnificent. The years had added a velvety richness to her physical beauty, a resonance to her inner loveliness that made her even more spectacular. She was a woman in every sense of the word, yet so much of the young girl remained in those dark and lovely eyes it made you feel young again too.”
― Bobby Underwood, Just Beyond Love

“Laughter is the only real way to express how glad you are to be alive when you know too much of death.”
― Meg Waite Clayton, Beautiful Exiles