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Hi There!

Just asking you a tiny favor, if you have the time.
Please proceed to this link and vote for NESSA and JILL. :)

This is so we'd get free shirts. ;) I hope my shirt would be for an advocacy, should I win. :D

Thanks!

Found Something

Apologies, but in this picture... I look... amazing. O_O

Teehee.

What is Dead May Never Die

For in this game, I am neither victor nor casualty -
I co-exist merely, a floating matter, free-falling, all-knowing.

Tears will not fall, for what is wept on shall not be mourned over, again.
What is buried should not be dug. For what is in the ground stays in the ground, for the soil to eat.

You could not kill me whether you please, or whether I allow.

I may be gone.
But I am not a casualty.

What is dead may never die.

Enter, Faux Khaleesi.

All Things End

Fairy tales which once soared so free in empty, dreamy hearts and minds soon cease and turn to ashen grey, bringing forth the turmoils of nightmares one have tried avoiding in the first place.

I have flown, I have fallen. I am hurt, but I am happy.

It was fun while it lasted.

Thank you. We'll slowly breathe on.

All This, And Heaven Too

All This, And Heaven Too
Florence + The Machine


And the heart is hard to translate,
It has a language of it's own,
It talks and tongues and quiet sighs and prayers and proclamations,
In the grand days of great men and the smallest of gestures,
In short shallow gasps.

But with all my education,
I can't seem to command it,
And the words are all escaping me,
And coming back all damaged,
And I would put them back in poetry,
If I only knew how,
I can't seem to understand it,

And I would give all this and heaven too, 
I would give it all if only for a moment, 
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see, 
'Cause I've been scrawling it forever, 
But it never makes sense to me at all.

And it talks to me in tiptoes,
And sings to me inside,
It cries out in the darkest night,
And breaks in morning light.

But with all my education,
I can't seem to command it,
And the words are all escaping,
And coming back all damaged,
And I would put them back in poetry,
If I only knew how,
I can't seem to understand it,

And I would give all this and heaven too,
I would give it all if only for a moment,
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see,
'Cause I've been scrawling it forever,
But it never makes sense to me at all.

And I would give all this and heaven too,
I would give it all if only for a moment,
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see,
'Cause I've been scrawling it forever,
But it never makes sense to me at all.

No, words are a language, 
It doesn't deserve such treatment, 
And all my stumbling phrases, 
Never amounted to anything worth this feeling, 
All this heaven, 
Never could describe such a feeling as I'm having, 
Words were never so useful, 


So I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before.

Independence Day

And I had a prequel.

Today, I received an unexpected message. But nonetheless, I am happy I got it.

I am now free. I should be sad, I know. It should feel bad.

But oddly enough, I'm happy, and it feels light.

It means this is right.