My never is now. How soon is now?
If my heart whitles like a flower destroyed by the rain, will the earth swallow my remains?
My mind is sedate, beaten and broken by the thoughts that tear at me down.
I hold my body, shivering, shaking...crying.
Why do I hold onto the things that try their hardest to break away from me?
Why cant I just let them go, let them fly away and be free as I wish to be?
Billowing wolfs hunt down the ones I love. The ones I love are in me. The billowing
wolfs hunt down me.
Coming soon, from Pixar… - Harry says this little scene was the culmination of “a classic washing-up feud” at his office in London. (Kind of adorable, right? I would SO watch a movie...
1 year ago