#for si

[basiltonstars]

crowley imagine having a nice picnic with your boyfriend. just eating cute yummy picnic foods with him and sitting in the grass in a baggy peasant blouse without a care in the world. now that? that’s ideal.

the wind would look so elegant while rippling through his hair.

fuck i’m in love

[basiltonstars]

i love him with everything left in my soul. i don’t have much to give, but i’d give him my everything.

i love him.

[basiltonstars]

i’m less dead when i’m with you.

[mimiscience-blog]

Toy Story

Smile a while My china baby,

Let me be your kiln, Fire your porcelain And Add the sparkle to your glaze. It’s there already painted It only needs a spark.

Little doll, don’t you freeze, Stuck inanimate in the ices of gloom. As a mammoth in a glacier Once so large, and now forgotten, Secret in crystal skin.

Or a bug in an ice cube. Never wonder how or why, There’s a bug in your ice cube, Only that it ought not to be. You ought not to be Sad, you see. Okie?

Or a corpse in a frozen lake.

Thaw, Ice prince, Thaw.

Petit puppet, Mini muppet, Cut your strings and Sing. You needn’t make a sound. The sweetest song of all Is passed by lips unopened Just pluck the air With your skinny smile And the faintest chord with spread. The faintest, warmest, kindest chord That was ever bred.

You’re on your way now, My clock work soldier. You’re well wound, You’re number’s pulled You’re newly found And freshly ruled.

You may not have a place to go, But you’ve got a smile. And always will. And it will keep you warm and walking, Until your cold and dead. So smile a while, My china baby, And just maybe, You’ll be a real boy yet.

[asia-jones-blog]

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