Tears to shed.

Black moustache

Moi dear,that's just beautiful. peep(s) are dreaming

Now,
I have tears to shed.

Skin by NMJ Me.

Sunday 16 September 2012

“She didn’t cut his wings, what happened was that she realized that his wings were made of paper and she replaced them for real ones so they could fly together.”

“The first time he saw her cry, he got all the sheets and blankets he could find and built a fort in her living room (“It’s not much, but you should be safe here”, he said, and knew it’d been worth the effort when she smiled)”

“She’s falling, she can feel it, but she doesn’t mind, because she knows she’s not falling because of the gravity, she’s falling because it’s the fastest way to reach the person who’ll catch her before she hits the ground.”

Lovely words @ 02:36 / leave feelings here ⋄