Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.

Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.

You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.

Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.

People aren't born sad; we make them that way.

I felt like I was riding into infinity, and soon I forgot I existed as the sky surrounded us in a blanket of stars, constellations the texture of slushies, swirling blue and violet and gold. I was swallowed b the universe, riding on a white horse in a midnight dream...