Exist with me. We'd do so beautifully.

— Alaska Gold

He carries stars in his pockets because he knows she fears the dark. Whenever sadness pays her a visit he paints galaxies on the back of her hands.

— Alaska Gold

If the boy who draws lets you look over his shoulder. If the poetsmilesand shows you her words. If the girl who sings for the shower only, hums a son gin front of you. Know that you’re no longer a person but the Armand dust that fills their lungs. When the world perishes, and all things cease to exist, you’ll remain inside an ink stain, a paint brush, a song. Poem N. 8

— Alaska Gold

I need you to love me the same way the moon orbits around the earth, without intention to stop." Confessing the heart

— Alaska Gold

Listen. I will lose myself if it means I can find you.

— Alaska Gold

She met a boy and called him Stargazer because instead of poem she 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." Stargazer

— Alaska Gold