Dans l'ombre guette la lumière. (C'est juste qu'on sait pas laquelle, de lumière )
Ghost of a Rose
Her eyes believed in mysteries, She would lay amongst the leaves of amber. Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet, he loved her... When she would say... "Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me."
What a piece of work is a man. How noble in reason. How infinite in faculty. In form and moving how express and admirable. In apprehension how like a god. The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust ?
Her eyes believed in mysteries, She would lay amongst the leaves of amber. Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet, he loved her... When she would say... "Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me."
Lorkhan Ravncrone, hand of the king and heir to the throne
« Anger is running through my vains, so fucked it's driving me insane. No health, no hope, nothing but pain. 30 years to go you said i should be the best, you said i have to prove myself, you said we're a family. 30 years ago. Stuck in the holy money game, gave me a number for a name, stole my life and kept the change. Hey man there's a riot goin'on ! »
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Lorkhan Ravncrone, hand of the king and heir to the throne
« Anger is running through my vains, so fucked it's driving me insane. No health, no hope, nothing but pain. 30 years to go you said i should be the best, you said i have to prove myself, you said we're a family. 30 years ago. Stuck in the holy money game, gave me a number for a name, stole my life and kept the change. Hey man there's a riot goin'on ! »
Je saurai te tailler un manteau, de façon barbare, roide et lourd, et doublé de soupçon, qui, comme une guérite, enfermera tes charmes; non de perles brodé, mais de toutes mes larmes. Ta robe, ce sera mon désir, frémissant, onduleux, mon désir qui monte et qui descend, aux pointes se balance, aux vallons se repose, et revêt d'un baiser tout ton corps blanc et rose. #6B854B
crédit : code par quantum mechanics || gif par tumblr || #codecouleur:darkgoldenrod I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.
This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Je saurai te tailler un manteau, de façon barbare, roide et lourd, et doublé de soupçon, qui, comme une guérite, enfermera tes charmes; non de perles brodé, mais de toutes mes larmes. Ta robe, ce sera mon désir, frémissant, onduleux, mon désir qui monte et qui descend, aux pointes se balance, aux vallons se repose, et revêt d'un baiser tout ton corps blanc et rose. #6B854B
Lorkhan Ravncrone, hand of the king and heir to the throne
« Anger is running through my vains, so fucked it's driving me insane. No health, no hope, nothing but pain. 30 years to go you said i should be the best, you said i have to prove myself, you said we're a family. 30 years ago. Stuck in the holy money game, gave me a number for a name, stole my life and kept the change. Hey man there's a riot goin'on ! »
crédit : code par quantum mechanics || gif par tumblr || #codecouleur:darkgoldenrod I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.
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