✤ 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 . . .
✤ The Autumn Bringer . . .
∴ It is I, who bringeth the pumpkin spice, and the All – Hallows. Continue reading✤ The Autumn Bringer . . .
✤ Pretending . . .
∴ And thus I put on the face of happiness, in the hopes it may deter away the demons, and drive my fear to a corner. But they all seem only happy to feast upon the mask. And so, it decays . . .Continue reading✤ Pretending . . .
✤ Fighting . . .
∴ To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.Continue reading✤ Fighting . . .
✤ Go go, power . . . Horsemen.
∴ When hopes and dreams are loose in the streets, it is well for the timid to lock doors, shutter windows
✤ My name is Death and the end is here . . .
∴ No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Oh, Death
Well I am Death, none can excel
I’ll open the door to heaven or hellContinue reading✤ My name is Death and the end is here . . .
✤ Going home . . .
∴ “Easily to be known is,
by those who to Odin come,
the mansion by its aspect. Its roof with spears is laid,
its hall with shields is decked,
with corslets are its benches strewed.”
– ‘Grímnismál,’ ‘Poetic Edda’.Continue reading✤ Going home . . .