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 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.

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.

Love is like liquor. In love, u feel high as u feel when you drink too much alcohol. It stays in your head for some time, making u tipsy n turvy and disconnected with everything. But just like it's effect fades away slowly and slowly, aching your every nerve so does the after effects of falling out of love. No drug can soothe it away.