Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.-Lord Byron
We were raised together. We played together. We fought together. Do you remember none of that?
Only one of you can ascend to the throne, but both of you were born to be kings.
Ragnarök is ruin and destruction, fate and certainty.
this is what i was born to do. this is my cosmic duty. this is f a t e .
some dirty watercolors-__- i’ll never master this technique properly(
PS 199 followers - YAY! =D
thank you, guys, i’m glad that you are here
The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid
That justly think’st, and hast most rightly said!
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And your large speeches may your deeds approve,
That good effects may spring from words of love.
