| REQUIESCAT Bury me deep when I am dead, Far from the woods where sweet birds sing; Lap me in sullen stone and lead, Lest my poor dust should feel the Spring. Never a flower be near me set, Nor starry cup nor slender stem, Anemone nor violet, Lest my poor dust remember them. And you - wherever you may fare - Dearer than birds, or flowers, or dew - Never, ah me, pass never there, Lest my poor dust should dream of you. Rosamund Marriott Watson |
Thank you for taking the time to Fave my work!
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I say "thanks for the fave" by faving.
Diablo: Is it fratricide if it happens in a video game?
Tyrael: Yes. Keep doing it.
It is an absolute truth that all truth is relative.
"I wuv fragments. They are awesomeness on a stick!!" =Artheeria
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Commissions, $10.00 and under! [link]
In Soviet Mordor, Boromir simply walks into you!
Open your mind or shut your mouth.
Aragorn has erectile dysfunction. :3
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I\'m Scrapper in the G1 Crew on DA
I'm an anti-TF-Slash activist.
If you have read the Megatron Origin Comic
THEN PASTE THIS INTO YOUR SIG AGAINST THE EVIL AUTOBOT SCUM!!
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