“He was beautiful, that was always affirmed, but his beauty was hard to fix or to see, for he was always glimmering, flickering, melting, mixing, he was the shape of a shapeless flame, he was the eddying thread of needle-shapes in the shapeless mass of the waterfall. He was the invisible wind that hurried the clouds in billows and ribbons. You could see a bare tree on the skyline bent by the wind, holding up twisted branches and bent twigs, and suddenly its formless form would resolve itself into that of the trickster.”
tumblr, you’re my only friend. I always think I have an obscure obsession or otp and a quick tag search leads me to my kindred spirits. I love you.
"Um. What this has all been leading up to, if you haven’t already guessed, Tony, is that I’m going to have to fire you from your job." [x]
Tony & Control my OTP 4eva <3