hello, breaking kayfabe here. i'm sure you've heard of the twitter changes, and unfortunately that means this account is going to cease activity.
i'm glad i could share a little bit of the book i love, and i hope you all will look through here from time to time.
please consider buying the last unicorn yourself or watching the film ! i love both dearly and i'll never forget when its hardback was given to me personally as a gift.
byebye. <3
hello, breaking kayfabe here. i'm sure you've heard of the twitter changes, and unfortunately that means this account is going to cease activity.
i'm glad i could share a little bit of the book i love, and i hope you all will look through here from time to time.
He was the color of blood, not the springing blood of the heart but the blood that stirs under an old wound that never really healed. A terrible light poured from him like sweat, and his roar started landslides flowing into one another. His horns were pale as scars.
She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.
From that first moment of doubt, there was no peace for her; from the time she first imagined leaving her forest, she could not stand in one place without wanting to be somewhere else.
She almost turned back then; but instead she took a deep breath of the woods air that still drifted to her, and held it in her mouth like a flower, as long as she could.