✤ Looking at you through the glass . . .
∴ ‘Cause I’m looking at you through the glassDon’t know how much time has passedAll I know is that it feels
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✤ Hopeless, Act II . . .
∴ Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away,
The end is nigh . . .
Loveless, Act IIContinue reading✤ Hopeless, Act II . . .
✤ Miss Temptation . . .
∴ What’s that at the Gate to the Heavens? She’s temptation, ready to slice piety from your soul, and write the sins on your tongue in the name of the Damned. Continue reading✤ Miss Temptation . . .
✤ About blue blood . . .
∴ The blue blood is not an intrinsic mark of royalty – we do not rule because we possess blood which
✤ Possessed . . .
∴ The thing about possession is, it isn’t always scary because you lose control. It’s sometimes scary because of all the
✤ A difference in the mind . . .
∴ “No matter how she shook with dread in private, she would never show fear before her questioners or her guards.”
― Jeane Westin, ‘His Last Letter: Elizabeth I And The Earl Of Leicester’.Continue reading✤ A difference in the mind . . .
✤ Hey, Daddy . . . ?
∴ Do I look pretty to you now, Daddy? ✠ Thank you to my wife, Ryanna, for the support! Check her
✤ Entwined . . .
∴ Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision: you have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
– Louis de BernieresContinue reading✤ Entwined . . .
✤ Another day of play pretend . . .
∴ Evil whispers in my mi-i-ind
Promisin a paradi-i-ise
Away from all the sounds
Six feet underground
I’m falling for their lies soContinue reading✤ Another day of play pretend . . .
✤ The Blues have never felt so good . . .
∴ “Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else’s dream.”
― Richelle Mead, Succubus BluesContinue reading✤ The Blues have never felt so good . . .