Red Belted Conk
do you ever get sentimental and randomly log into old accounts?? bc i do :)
cause darling i’m a ηιgнтмαяє dressed like a :̤̈d̤̤̈̈ä̤̤̈ÿ̤̤̈d̤̤̈̈r̤̤̈̈ë̤̤̈ä̤̤̈m̤̈: { ⅠⅡ Ⅲ Ⅳ } ——— indie oc written by dani
cause darling i’m a ηιgнтмαяє dressed like a :̤̈d̤̤̈̈ä̤̤̈ÿ̤̤̈d̤̤̈̈r̤̤̈̈ë̤̤̈ä̤̤̈m̤̈: { ⅠⅡ Ⅲ Ⅳ } ——— indie oc written by dani
it’s my birthday, and i’m fethin’ old.
that is all.
" I was having a dream about eating a cheese that tasted of apple pie"
This, children, is how we used to connect to the internet.
this gif should be slowed down immensely for accuracy.
I can hear the sound as I watch this and it makes me want to scream.
my god yes
beauty is the color of the mountains against the pale sky
You experience things and then they’re over, and you still can’t explain them. Gods, aliens, other dimensions. I’m just a man in a can.
{ forgotten relic }
Tony couldn’t help but be amused when he watched her decide whether or not she wanted to take him up on his offer. He knew her game, and he knew how to play along rather well, so he stood there feeling rather confident that she wouldn’t turn him down. To be honest he honestly didn’t care if he got laid tonight or not. He honestly just thought her company would be a nice refreshing change of pace. There was just something about the girl that attracted him, though he kept those thoughts to himself.
When she accepted his offer, he smiled happily and downed the rest of his drink. “Well than, what shall we do tonight? Anything you like.” he offered her. He was sure it probably been awhile since she got to choose how she spent her time with a client. “I mean it, anything you wanna do and we will do it.. my treat.”
For the first time in her rather short life, the blonde had no reply. Even more disturbing, she couldn't manage a sly comeback to cover her momentary astonishment, no smirk to counter the sudden innocence that showed in pale eyes. No one -- client, friend... hell, store employee -- no one had ever asked what she wanted. Not since the day her current boss found her seven years ago, dirty and half-dead on the outskirts of the city. Yet here was Tony Stark, one of the richest, most powerful men in the country, waiting for her to decide.
It's been too long to save face by now; in all honesty, Angel isn't too concerned with that. Already her mind is gearing back up, eager to test him, to see if he would actually keep his word. To think of something impossible to ask of him. After a moment, her lips pull into a grin.
"I want to fly."