you saw the beauty;

Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.

          why do you hide your claws, child?                you have lions in your heart.

you   ᴘ ᴏ ᴏ ʀ   ᴘ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ғ ᴜ ʟ   ᴄ ʜ ɪ ʟ ᴅ …                                                                                  are  you  ᴡ ᴀ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ɢ                                                                                  for  s ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ᴏ ɴ ᴇ   to                                                                                      ᴘ ɪ ᴄ ᴋ  you  up                                                                                               and                                                                                   dry  your  ᴛ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ s ? 

You’ve got wanderlust stamped on to your heart next to a list of promises to see more, do more, be more. But tonight, you’re in a city that understands loneliness all too well, with people who know loss ― they can pick him out in a crowd. Tonight, you’re looking at the stars with your eyes shut, and I hope you find home. I hope you remember the way the sky looked when it opened blue. I hope you find tomorrow.

And you laugh like you’ve never been lonely. You laugh like there’s hope in the story.