When ashes fall to dust and clouds blot out the sun, trees will fall to the ground and the flowers will seek for what is not there. The sounds off all life dying will fill the air until we realize it is too late for recovery. When we miss the sounds of the creek trickling through the forest, when we miss the smell of the world just after rain, miss the sight of birds soaring though the sky, we will frantically try to reverse what has been done.
Also, since what I just wrote was kind of depressing here is a hilarious thing from Tumblr.
Also, I have a writing account on ff.net and Archive of Our Own; check them out!
http://archiveofourown.org/users/deathofhope
https://www.fanfiction.net/u/5511685/luciafrost
Here is my Imgur acount too!
http://imgur.com/user/deathofhope
As always, have a great night and terrible nightmares!
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