Vᴀɴɪsʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs Wᴏʀʟᴅ

                               { A ᴅᴏʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ with broken glass                                                 for a heart && eyes just as                                           ᴇᴇʀɪᴇ as his beloved creations }

     “ah, but I do—love this—melody. I don’t mind at—all keeping listening—to it.”

┋✞┋"But don't you think listening to the same thing repeatedly              will eventually become a bit...'bland'?"

                             ≲ Enter ≳    ≲ Question ≳    ≲ Law ≳

                                        “My brother. You look like him, except for those                                          pretty eyes of yours. No flirting intended.”                     & off she goes, stopping right afterwards to realize that cities                     are a pain, and she knows nothing about this one. Might as                     well try to ask, even if he thinks of her as a complete weirdo.                                         “One more thing —- what city is this?”

                   "This is the 'Vanishing City' if you want a name for it."

                                    Everything goes black and "Fun" and "Scary"                                         just go away and when I come to again,                                                            everything’s red.                                                                 I’m Afraid                                              I’m…I’m sick of the black and red

       Eyes continued to be directed downward. For one such as he in this        state found it next to impossible to face those around  him.  He  just        watched his own breath come  out  as  ”smoke-like”  in  front  of  his        mouth from the cold air. And only  then  had  he  realized —  it  was         a bit chilly. In an attempt to warm himself up,  as  well  as  distance        himself from the other, the boy shifted  over  and  away.  But  hardly.                          ❝ Well — there’s a first time for everything. ❞                           

                  "You know, if you stay out here any                      longer you'll get a cold, right?"

 mariell øyre

                 touch those under my protection.

Beautiful.