She met a boy and called him Stargazer because instead of poems, he recited the names of constellations. He said the freckles on his arms were roadmaps to the sky, and the bruises that he carried were supernovas in disguise.
Alaska Gold, Stargazer(via rampias)
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
— Sylvia Plath (via asdfghjkllove)
But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.
— Margaret Atwood (via perfect)