Okay, your box is a spaceship. It’s really, really a spaceship.
Tag: eleven
I’ll be a story in your head. But that’s okay. We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? ‘Cause it was, you know. It was the best. The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away.
When I was a little girl I had an imaginary friend, and when I grew up, he came back.
darknesstohislight 