She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don’t dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?

Inkheart by Cornelia Funke (via mypeterpancomplex) (via lovelybluepony) (via id0be1ieve) (via booklover)



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