“Your lips are like wine, and I want to get drunk.”
— William Shakespeare (via what-strange-lives-we-live)
She bit into the peach.
“This tastes … so strange.” She looked at the peach, and found that her eyes would not focus on it. She began to sway. Feeling that she might be going to faint, she took a step toward Hoggle, for support. She stumbled. With one hand she wiped her brow while, with the other, she held the peach out at arm’s length, trying to look at it properly. Then she understood. Slowly, she looked at Hoggle. He was a blurred, shimmering shape. “Hoggle,” she said quietly. “What have you done?”
In a strangled voice, Hoggle cried out, “Damn you, Jareth! And damn me, too!” Turning his face away from Sarah, he ran headlong into the forest.
Now Sarah was tottering. She managed to stagger to a tree, and leaned against it. She had already forgotten Hoggle and Ludo and Sir Didymus and Toby, and where she was and why.
All her thoughts were for Jareth, and her eyes were looking up at the sky. “Everything’s dancing,” she whispered.
That’s it, that’s the whole movie
Sarah you’re a dramatic brat and I love you
Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you.
This puppet is actually in my state. It was found by the lost luggage store, partially restored, and is featured in their lost luggage museum
Been a Labyrinth fan for 15 years, it's about time I made a blog. My name's Noah, he/him, I'm from the UK and I'm 17 years old.
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