galactic heart

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Lizzie Devine might actually be Numbuh Vine and might be an alien and might've dated and broken up with Nigel as a test I WAS JUST STARTING TO TRUST HER HOW COULD SHE DO THIS TO US-

scarificed  asked:

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.


Cassian’s eyes gave him something that attempted to be a death-stare, attempted alone. Despite his better efforts the hint of a smile fought its way to his the corner of his lips, barely there, but there after all. Somehow that made him a little more annoyed at Oak.

“That’s not even funny” he mumbled. A hand instinctively touching the scar on his head, safely hidden under his helmet. He looked away at the end of the street, and only then allowed that full smile he could no longer fight back. A snort escaped him and then finally a laugh

Stupid, he thought yet he was still laughing. 

“Keep your eyes peeled for that tank, soldier” he elbowed him in the ribs and gave him a quick quizzical look before focusing back on the road. 

I’ve got a paper heart,
And easy enough to tear.

Origami creases and folds
Breathe in and out with every pump,
Ink stain scars pepper white pages,
Names of past lovers,
Of towns,
Of literature forever written there.

I’d have it no other way,
For it may fold in smaller
To shield me of your hurt;
Or unravel out,
To show that I have crinkles too,
And to fold you in.

Go ahead then,
Add your name to the growing list.
For all together in the end,
I’ll have one hell of a story to tell.

—  “Paper Heart” by O.F.N. ( spacequills )