"Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?
You are iron.
And you are strong."
— n.t. (via thelittle-hobbit)
We live in a rusty universe. Oxygenated heme is the color of life, the color of passion, the reason we see red of as ripe and warm, the reason we see it as dangerous and frightening. Blood, breath and Earth, we’re all rusty.
my problem with writing stories is that i’d rather imagine it and play it out in my mind than actually put it into words
you tell me
Ain’t no party like a spinach party ‘cause a spinach party has tons of iron
when you say something funny and your friends laugh