YOU PLANTED FLOWERS IN MY LUNGS AND ALTHOUGH THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL I CANT FUCKING BREATHE
what came from the sky, must return to the sky.
don’t leave, he said.
"Gull, you’re gonna stop smoking that shit if you know what’s good for you."
I’m a fish, man. We don’ got no lungs to burn. Don’t y’all rabbits eat carrots or somethin. You ain’t no vegie eater.
What if the entire tale of sleeping beauty really was, at one point, a clever ploy in order to lure the princes of any neighbouring kingdoms into an old, abandoned castle?
There is no sleeping beauty— there is only an assassin who happens to be very good at pretending to be asleep.
(cheers to loika for help & cough bedtime stories, and whose artbook you should definitely preorder this weekend because it will make your life better and your eyes happy.)