"The men in the room suddenly realized that they didn’t want to know her better. She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.” ― Neil Gaiman
(Source: ohevenstar, via batmanisagatewaydrug)
Is that what the kids call it these days?
Just put this together.
I wonder which one of them would win in a dance off?
I just knew they were related.
Jareth wins on dance moves and Thranduil gets points for flawlessness.
Written in the Bones. New comic, written by Christopher M. Jones & illustrated by Carey Pietsch.
I’m hoping to have printed copies of this at MOCCA, ABPCC, and TCAF this spring, and SPX in the fall! More info to come.
Me and Carey worked really hard on this comic; if you got something from it I’d love for you to reblog it, and maybe even buy a copy from Carey when she’s in town or even if she’s not. Thanks so much for reading.
There was a dog. She was a puppy. I rescued her from the street - somebody dumped her on a trash pile. I named her Willow. I brought her to the rescue center, we fed her, gave her medicine, but it was too late. She died on the same night I found her - December 16, 2013.
She started crying and I thought, maybe she was having a nightmare, so I rubbed her head and she looked at me and then she just wasn’t there anymore.
I still think about her.
I still think about how, while we were feeding her and putting the IV on her that morning, I was imagining her strong and healthy and older, and we would go running, and I would love her and show her that not all humans hurt you, little Willow, some of them will love you with all their heart.