Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me…
modern AU: christine daaé
his daughter is twenty years of snow falling
twenty years of strangers looking into each other’s eyes
she’s twenty years of clean.
never truly hated anyone or anything.
she’s a dying breed (x)
"No we will not," she returned in a sing-song voice as she fixed her lipstick. On the other side of the door, she could hear their son. He had obviously escaped his sitter and was now entertaining his papa while she finished getting ready for their night out…
Erik sat on the bed and pulled his son into his lap; careful not to wrinkle his suit.
"Benjamin, tell your father not to rush me…" She smiled to herself, knowing her son would roll his big eyes. He was always on his father’s side. The boys stuck together. And it was absolutely precious and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Once Upon Another Time Sierra and Ramin (by ARoamingIranian)
“I can put my legs behind my head and sing ‘Happy Birthday.’ Because that’s something that me and my friends used to do when we were in gymnastics class as kids, and I can still do it. I was doing it since I was 8 and 9. They used to call me Gumby. Very bendy.”