The Last Unicorn 1982

The Last Unicorn 1982

(via sailor-amalthea)

I am no longer like the others, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but now I do. I regret. 

I am no longer like the others, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but now I do. I regret. 

Butterfly: “Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.”

Butterfly: “Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.”