goblinqueen
such a strange thing it was. How many things came and go. And her e in front of me was this tapestry of a person, woven with stories and music and imperfections and his smile and his hair that never fell in place. With his gnawed fingernails and his sharp, sharp eyes. And he was looking at me with that sparkle in his eye and his hands were reaching towards me with his alien fingers and his faded plaid and I just couldn't think anymore.