Halsey

If you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised.

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

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

I’m searching for something that I can’t reach.

I’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for tryin’.

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

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

I have imprinted on you and all those miles between us only keep us apart because we let them.

I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.

There is no remedy for love, but to love more.

The opposite of love isn’t hate. It isn’t even indifference. It’s fear.

Sometimes the heart is deceiving.

Loving him is like trying to hold onto an armful of balloons. Maybe I need someone to come along and pop them.

Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life.

I know you’re dying to meet me, but I can just tell you this. Baby, as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.

Crack me open and get drunk on the contents of my spirit. Warning: consuming too much may have permanent effects.

I’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for tryin’.

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

We’ve got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can’t just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it’s going to get on by itself. You’ve got to keep watering it. You’ve got to really look after it and nurture it.

“Any love makes us vulnerable. Whatever we love will give the gift of pain somewhere along the road. But who would live sealed in spiritual cellophane just to keep from ever being hurt? There are a few people like that. I’m sorry for them. I think they are as good as dead.” – Gladys Bagg Taber

I’m a wanderess, I’m a one night stand. Don’t belong to no city, don’t belong to no man.