"But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky."

Ég er ugla, sumar ugla. Dancing in the rain. Daydreaming, waking up in the evening. Listening to random conversations.

Got a headache when everything stays the same for too long.

Greying by Gabrielle Wee.
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