I was in a Kill la Kill mood after reblogging last pic. And this quick doodle came to mind.
“Never put a person on a pedestal,” her mother used to tell her. “People can be an important part of your world. But never, ever, make them the world.”
Her mother told her to never make someone her world. So she made them the sun instead.
“How long will you love me?” she asks. She watches the blonde girl beside her light another cigarette. She breathes out smoke while ash falls beneath her feet. Orange embers flicker quickly before turning into dust. “I’ll love you till the stars go out.” she tells her.
The sun is a star, she thinks.
She watches her drop her cigarette from her lips and roll her gaze towards her. A look into those hazel eyes, almost orange in the cigarette’s fading light, and she feels as though she is given breath, something piercing through her layers of doubt and learnt cynicism. Something flutters and roars inside her.
She feels her heart pound against her chest as her friend leans to rest her head against her chest. Golden strands spill across the brown of her skin and the green of her shirt. She sucks in a breath, her blood races. In her mind’s eye, she sees her lift up the sun and place it in the darkness of the universe. She stores the the thought deep inside her. She breathes out.
“Stars don’t last forever,” she tells her. They both look up at the washed-out black of the sky, at the stars that manage to peek out through the city lights that flood them. The sun is a star, she thinks to herself again.
The girl on her shoulder stays silent for a moment, taking in another puff of smoke before letting the last of her cigarette burn faintly on the cold sidewalk. “‘M not a good person to love, I don’t think.” she mumbles. The dark-haired girl bites her lip. “If the Earth was a step closer, we’d burn.” she tells the girl with yellow hair. “If the Sun was a step farther, we’d freeze.”
They say nothing more for a few minutes.
“I’m not the sun.”
Allison stiffens and sputters, trying to find the right words to say, when a quick kiss leaves her speechless.
“I’m not the sun.” Rachel smiles. “Because you are.”
Allison blushes, sucks in a breath, feels her blood race and heart pound again. She closes her eyes, and thinks they each have a fire inside them that’ll burn them from the inside out, that’ll stretch and grow over eons and eons of time until it bursts. They’ll collapse into each other, into seconds that last millennia. Stars don’t last forever, she thinks, but they burn for a damn long time.
Sometime during the night of August 16, 1952, the small town of Ashley, Kansas ceased to exist. At 3:28am on August 17, 1952, a magnitude 7.9 earthquake was measured by the United States Geological Survey. The earthquake itself was felt throughout the state and most of the midwest. The epicenter was determined to be directly under Ashley, Kansas.
When state law enforcement arrived at what should have been the outskirts of the farming community, they found a smoldering, burning fissure in the earth measuring 1,000 yards in length and approximately 500 yards in width. The depth of the fissure was never determined.
After twelve days, the state-wide and local search for the missing 679 residents of Ashley, Kansas, was called off by the Kansas State Government at 9:15pm on the night of August 29, 1952. All 679 residents were assumed to be dead. At 2:27am on August 30, 1952, a magnitude 7.5 earthquake was measured by the United States Geological Survey. The epicenter was situated under what used to be the location of Ashley, Kansas. When law enforcement investigated at 5:32am, they reported that the fissure in the Earth had closed.
In the eight days leading up to the disappearance of the town and its 679 residents, bizarre and unexplainable events were reported by dozens of residents in Ashley, Kansas and law enforcement from the surrounding area.
LETS GET READY TO RUMMMMBBBBLLLLEEEEEEEE
im sorry i just i couldn’t sleep so i had to
dont look at me