┋”Come on, even I am smiling….” She tipped her head back, against his cheek, and squeezed his thumb.
“Fine….. fine. See? I’m smiling.” he replied, with the best attempt at a smile he could muster.
“You still look angry.” she gave him a look, from the corner of her eyes.
“That’s my face.” he replied, sarcastically.
“Why so serious…?” she growled, and smirked.┋
┋”Should’ve listened.” he started, his eyes sliding towards her.
“But I’m fine.” she inched closed, and wrapped her arms around his.
“You’re cold.” he replied, as he brought his arm, and her too, closer.
“Am not.” she smiled, innocently.
Kulaan rolled his eyes, and smiled at her. What else could he do.┋
┋“Don’t let the sun go down without saying thank you to someone, and without admitting to yourself that absolutely no one gets this far alone.” (Stephen King) And today, as well as every day, I thank you.┋
┋“I like weird. Conformity bores but is inescapable for the most part. We all follow something, even if it is following the goal of wanting to stand apart. We are a sea of ordinary people; it is always the quirk, the flaw or the ingenuity that stands out.”┋
― Donna Lynn Hope
┋”I caught you.” he smirked, and started into her eyes.
She folded her arms, and looked at him. “I didn’t ask you to.”
“I’ll drop you, then.” he raised his eyebrow a little.
“No.” she replied, and looked at him grumpily.┋
┋Whether I climb or fall down the stairs
Success and failure, they come in pairs.
Nightdreams, and my daymares
Pay the piper, and split hairs
I may put on airs, and put on wares
The truth, my chest
My back to theirs.┋
┋The legends speak of these spirits, these apparitions, accompanied by mythical creatures, deep within the forests. It’s the places where people go to never come out of, the remote parts where light makes its presence known once every century. And when they come, they come without a head – for to have a brain is to be human, and these spirits, they’re nothing but human. They are the forest made in shape.┋