#falling star

“You are a lady on fire and I’d be a liar if I didn’t say you are who I desire, I’m here catching fire in the echo of your smile.. if I’m not careful I’ll burn up in your lovely atmosphere like a falling star. All the stars falling from the darkest parts of my heart like magic on the lips of innocence.. I pluck a few from the floor, oh, how about a few more.. I gently place a constellation in your soul so that I can always find you when it is dark, the delightful fire that you are. Burning just for me, burning with me..”

Come with me into the night and let’s see what trouble we can find - eUë

“Tripping on your heart, falling into the stars.. as I swirl, these galaxies twirl and I want you to be my girl. Every soft breath, every heartbeat.. such magic to the soul when you are with me. You take my hand, I wish on a shooting star.. that you take this kiss without it being bizarre. I fall the rest of the way into outer space as I look at your face, looking into your eyes.. I fall into the sunrise and nothing could feel any better cause being with you feels like forever.”

I really dig being in love with you - eUë

Rather unusual sky phenomenons depicted in The Book of Miracles, ca. 1552, by an unknown author-ess. And forgive me but a falling star with a very bad exhaust pipe, people fighting for the territory of a cloud dissolving into rain the next day, and three ovaries playing jump rope with a death rainbow.

  And there was the falling star. Sophie could see it, a little white descending flame shape a few yards beyond the dark movements that were Michael. The bright shape was coming down slowly now, and it looked as if Michael might catch it.

  Sophie dragged her shoe out of the boot. “Come on, stick!” she crowed. “Get me there!” And she set off at top hobble, leaping across tussocks and staggering through pools, with her eyes on that little white light.

  By the time she caught up, Michael was stalking the star with soft steps, both arms out to catch it. Sophie could see him outlined against the star’s light. The star was drifting level with Michael’s hands and only a step or so beyond. It was looking back at him nervously. How odd! Sophie thought. It was made of light, it lit up a white ring of grass and reeds and black pools round Michael, and yet it had big, anxious eyes peering backwards at Michael, and a small, pointed face.

  Sophie’s arrival frightened it. It gave an erratic swoop and cried out in a shrill, crackling voice, “What is it? What do you want?”

  Sophie tried to say to Michael, Do stop – it’s terrified! But she had no breath left to speak with.

Howl’s Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones

(1986)

Happy New Year!! I’m starting off this year with Allie as my Freebie sticker for purchases from my Etsy. Allie is an original character from my comic I will be starting soon. I will also be making an official post about that as well so be on the lookout! :D

Happy Halloween from my OCs!! This year they are dressing up as The Owl House characters. :D I have started pages for this comic so it is coming.

I may edit this to a version with the actual characters to post later lol

Falling Star

1884

Artist :Witold Pruszkowski