Tylyn Taylor

There is an overwhelming beauty in authenticity, even when that authenticity is paired with sorrow. To constantly radiate your true colors is to live consciously.

Because the relationship you have with yourself is the only one that was guaranteed to be. It doesn’t burn out. It doesn’t fade away. It is the foundation in which all other love stems from.

You are me, and I am her, and she is you.

I am a woman who chooses not to rush. I take my heart seriously and I love fiercely, but I refuse to settle.

Can you handle a heart like mine? A mouth that spits fire, and a mind that creates magic. Because that’s what I want.

Aging is delicate and powerful, and inevitable. Why hide that?

I wish I wouldn’t have spoken in hushed tones. Or been what I thought everyone else wanted me to be.

You always kept your eyes covered. As if hiding behind ray-bans could hide the fact that you had no integrity.

Every woman deserves the chance to be heard.

So here’s to us. The unpractical. The wild, the runners, the hell raisers, the freed.