♥ Un desierto de cerezas ♥

I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

I haven’t really seen anyone talk about how impressive Elijah Wood’s accent is in Lord of the Rings, ESPECIALLY considering how young he was, too - wasn’t he like 19/20? Because I was discussing with my sister’s friend this phenomenon of how Elijah and Daniel Radcliffe keep getting mistaken for each other, and how I don’t see much resemblance. She then said: “I think it’s because they’re both blue-eyed and little and English.” Then when I told her that Elijah is American, her reaction was “WHAT.”

El escuadrón de los de la mirada asesina de las series:

Sal a caminar y deja que el viento apacigüe el caos de tu mente.