Welcome to Wonderland

This is your world. You built this. If it’s too strict, tear it the fuck down, but don’t look at me. Don’t take your hate out on me I just got here. And I have no clue where to go because from the moment I arrived all I was ever given were orders.

Five things you know and the one you don’t (until you do)

FIRST.

She touches you and you light on fire. Your wrist blazes where her fingers meet your skin. The burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. It’s so hard to breathe. You’re suffocating daily.

SECOND.

It hurts to watch her. She shines. She’s brighter than the sun, she’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at her. It’s even harder to look away from her. You’re going blind.

THIRD.

Your ears are tuned to her voice. You could pick her out in a sea of thousands. Her voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. Her voice makes everything else sound ugly.

FOURTH.

The color of her eyes is beautiful enough to drown in. She is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. You’re drowning, always sinking. Down, down, down.

FIFTH.

You know her. You love her. Through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find her, you’d never leave her. You love her, till death do you part.

SIXTH.

— Yvaine  (Stardust)

— Neil Gaiman, Stardust (via bookmania)

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