the stardust floats into your eyes and obscures your vision. you can no longer see the children, but you can hear them crying. the wind picks up and their frantic cries are replaced with the sound of the cosmos whipping around your head, years and years of history and life trying to shout-out and be noticed. you close your eyes and take a deep breath. you can’t exhale.
Real bat skull glass dome display! Also available as a necklace!
my bf: *does something*
me: h oly,, shi t , inc redible
an annoying little brat with no respect for authority or anyone for that matter? cute on the outside but a fuckin gremlin on the inside dont let him fool you for a second.
well then stop breaking it in the first place!!
not! my! fault! phone’s are so breakable these days. it’s like you can’t even throw it at a wall in a fit of sheer fury without it shattering. 8/
yeah, I saw your phone come out and knew you you’d be here talking shit.
hey!! it’s been broken since FOREVER, of course i’m excited to come spin webs of... entertainment. 83c
oh no elliot’s here to contest my point.
i’m immortal! a god among men! and the valet to a really petty blond boy! wanna hear what that dumbass did today?? ❁
iragin replied to your post: hiiiiya, everybody!~ how was your holidays? me and...
that many vowels and use of tilde give “busy” a suggestive connotation. TO WHICH I SAY: CONGRATS.
suggestive? i would neeeeever. i’m only elliot’s valet! and if you tell the press otherwise, i’ll prooobably have to get violent with you, kehehe. ❁
So have you all met my daughter, Starry Eyes?
