|—||Cornelia Funke, Inkdeath (via a-dusty-tome)|
In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn’t that just how it sometimes felt?
Everything falls in October.
The leaves fall to the floor,
The temperature falls below average,
I fall more in love with you everyday.
It’s all fun and games until one falls in love
the road to success is under construction