there’s something deep and dangerous in you, anne. those eyes of yours are like dark hooks for the soul.
your blue suitcase is empty
(what’s your wait?)
show me the stars
Sometimes I think that maybe if we had met at a different time, a different place, it wouldnt have come crashing down the way it did. Our story began in such tangled webs that we worked through to unravel and in the end I almost forgot you were the one holding the other end of the thread. You held my hands when they wouldnt stop shaking and I never let you cross the lines you were too scared to break and for a while there I almost thought it was easy. I’m sorry that you think of me as the sand that slipped through the cracks of your fingers when really I was the window that refused to break in the storm. You were the pouring rain to my wild breeze, and I hope you never forget the wind that carried you home
knotsinthelaces: (via kiarasnaps)
With his additional boots and heels and all that stuff, I look like such a teeny, tiny person. I’ve always been able to hide it, never really cared about it. This is the first time I’ve been, like, ‘I’m short!’
For a while I was wearing super-high heels, running and fighting monsters. Then I was like, I give up. I can’t do this for, you know, 16 hours a day. I’m just gonna have to be, like, peeking in, just managing to get into the take to see my forehead.Credit and thanks to 0tterp0p for letting me use her drawing.