
7/75 favourite films: Labyrinth
"How you turn my world, you precious thing."
Give me the child. Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great. You have no power over me.
// i’m gonna go jump into the shower and reply to those that I owe when I return.
{—}A crisp sigh from the wind had influenced a rather unwelcome shiver that ran it’s deliberate course down her spine, causing gooseflesh to rise in its wake amongst the otherwise smooth flesh of her arms. Sarah had almost forgotten how much she’d missed the promise of warmth that ensured the season of summer after having endured the harsh conditions of winter for so long.
Just a l o n e l y soul living in a {lonely world}, mocked an inner voice sounding strangely sinister.
A sudden rusting emitting from the branches of the tree’s above head broke the now 23-year-old dreamer from her previous trance, an easy smile feathering across her lightly tinted lips. ”Hello, bird.” Sarah called gently, a twin pair of emerald green straining to locate the identity of the mysterious intruder. The state’s Central Park was a home to many different animals varying from squirrels to birds of prey, and if you were to pay close enough attention, one might find that homeless men and women alike live amongst this park as well.
Everything that you wanted I have done. You asked that the child be taken. I took him. You cowered before me, I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you! I am exhausted from living up to your expectations. Isn’t that generous?

The rim of the skies
will be the colour of hard crimson.
And your heart, as it was then,
will be on fire.