How to tame a shooting star

”All I see are stars”

“I prefer life all a blur, I forget to wear my glasses, When I sing, I share caresses, It feels good to close my eyes”

“Oh, fiery little sprite Conflagration in the night, Don’t play games with your sight, If it leaves you in the dark.”

“I don’t mind if I’m half blind When I sing or when I kiss, I prefer to close my eyes In this hazy state of bliss.”

”Tonight, Im going to climb to the moon and make myself a hammock. And when I dream it wont be because Im asleep.”

“you like the rain?"

“How did you meet each other?” “it was one rainy day in Edinburgh. The sound of rain has been my favorite music ever since...”

“Carry on soldering your dreams to reality, without forgetting the most important thing: today miss Aacacia is in love with you” chapter eight: In which our hero solders his dreams to reality and finds the entry code to Miss Acacia’s heart

chapter six - Wind-battered mustaches, empty claws and a fiery flamenco sauce

“I can feel a powerful magnet growing in my tummy and pulling me towards you, but...my heart belongs to someone I met a long time ago...”

I take it as an important love token, the way she seems to be saying: So you’ve got a cuckoo between your bones? AND? Simple, so simple... But I mustn’t get too carried away. Perhaps it’s just that the clock looks less repulsive through her defective eyes. chapter seven - In which little Jack Spends His first night in the Extraordinarium, and encounters an ostrich in an extremely bad mood.

“I’d like to hold you in my arms.” Silence, a new sulky doll pout, eyes shut.  “We could keep talking about it afterwards, but can we hold each other first?” Miss Acacia lets out an “all right” so tiny it barely escapes her lips chapter seven - In which little Jack Spends His first night in the Extraordinarium, and encounters an ostrich in an extremely bad mood.

"If you walk on a skull and break it, you-have-to-pay" chapter seven - In which little Jack Spends His first night in the Extraordinarium, and encounters an ostrich in an extremely bad mood.

chapter six - Wind-battered mustaches, empty claws and a fiery flamenco sauce 

Jack And the cuckoo clock heart; Miss Acacia solo I’m not offering you riches I’m offering you my heart, I’m offering you my heart In exchange for my poverty.