September 2010
August 2010
Day 8: Saddest Moment
falllonnn:
The end of Part of Your World.
The way Ariel reaches upward, and then pulls her hand back and closes her eyes…
It makes my heart hurt. It’s… it’s just too much.
Raddest ever. →
so perfect.
Your past life diagnosis:
I don’t know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern South of Latin America around the year 1525. Your profession was that of a entertainer, musician, poet or temple-dancer.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life: You always liked to travel and to investigate. You...
pretty.
“If I could write a song, it would be for you. Every crescendo an argument, every rest contentment. Fermatas that tell the story of our love and how we thought it would never end and conductors that decided we were wrong. The chorus would never get the chance to breathe, if only because I’ve never been able to with you. The symphony would fluctuate, in and out, in and out with...
changes.
It’s so weird to see everything changing right before your eyes. You can feel it all slipping, you can almost smell it all shifting, but you can’t put your finger on just what this not-so-familiar scent is. Where is everyone going? Why does everything suddenly have a funny texture to it? Why can’t I focus the way I used to anymore? What’s happening to me?
I’ll tell...
Holy Mackerel, Batman! →
