pocketkiwis:

I’m the impossible girl.

Now there’s green light in my eyes,
And my lover on my mind.

And I’ll sing from that piano,
tear my yellow dress and,

Cry and cry and cry and,
Over the love of you.

ecclebutt-deactivated20140211:

_{TWELVE DAYS OF WHOUFFLÉ CHRISTMAS
     ˪ 2 kisses [½]: “It’s okay. You’re fine. You’re back. Yes, you are… yes, you are.”}

Oh Clara, you are beautiful.  Beautiful, fragile human skin.

- Are you going back to your cloud?
- No more cloud. Not now.
- Why not?
- It rained.

clarasexual-deactivated20141110:

_{Running away with a space man in a box. Anything can happen to you.}