Gab. 24. Italy. Madly in love. Insecure, neurotic, control freak on crack (yes, like Caroline Forbes). Ravenclaw. Whovian. Whedonite. Browncoat. Sherlockian. Fringie. Potterhead. Bookworm. Tv series addicted. Coffee addicted. Assistant photographer. Fangirl. Obsessed with Aaron Sorkin and Woody Allen.
PENCIL: I'm sorry, 'couse you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.
ERASER: That's true, but i don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.