We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.
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.
You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?
You must understand: they fear you. There is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.
I am the girl who spends hours huddled in a corner of a library, trying to find what you love the most about Marlowe, just so I can write you a poem worthy of Shakespeare. I’ve made books my lovers, hours my enemies and you the only story.
You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.
The monsters were neverunder my bed.Because the monsterswere inside my head.I fear no monsters,for no monsters I see.Because all this timethe monster has been me.
Fall in love with someonewho tastes like adventurebut looks likethe calm, beautiful morningafter a terrible storm
I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.
Some days I am more wolf than woman, and I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.
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.
… I am done being in love with you.” “Why?””I am in love with someone else. Someone who needs it more than you.” “Who?” “Me.
Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice.