((earlier this morning I met one of my neighbor’s cats for the first time. I thought she was sick, but it turns out she just doesn’t meow at all. But she purrs like a car engine. And man, if you start petting her you WILL continue to do so or she’ll rub herself against you until you do.))
“I am no fool. I know your mind is twisted with pain and your soul black from the madness. I know enough about your fate to realize you will never come back… Even so, there is something stirring inside of me.
Every grain of sand holds a dream, maybe mine is there too? I suppose it would make sense. This dream of mine, a childish stardust of imagination digging into my ear. A dream of forgiving, cleansing, of coming to one’s senses. This dream of mine. It will never be true. Yet, I will keep dreaming. Because without dreams, there is no hope. Not for me.
I am sorry. My dreams are but sand, running through your helpless mind. I cannot help you. For that, I am sorry.”
HAHA I just read the fourth Guardians novel and my hand slipped OTL
AU in which Sandy basically collapse every 5 minutes into almost comatose sleep and gotta be literally carried by someone else and Pitch is not the enemy of the guardians because DEAR GOD fuck this I’m too tired and sleepless for this thanks to people getting their asses scare off and worried for the damn smaller things!
Because in real life, it would be imposible being so dashing, sassy and snarky when you work 24/7 every day of your life watching over all the people’s dreams or nightmares/scares