we all have our curses, don't we ?

"Amunet -- a goddess, the hidden one   ;
despite her outward divinity, she had a MONSTER within her,
not unlike your Ms. Ives."



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i’m here for a couple of hours -
i hope to get a couple things done. 
(  l i k e  ) for a starter - they will be 
done sometime this century. promise ~

Mun Form!

Name: suh-man-thuh aka sam

Age: twenty - two

Birthday: august 10th

Gender: female

Sexuality: heterosexual

Height: 5’6"

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Theme Song: let it go by idina menzel

FC (If you have any):  queen elsa of arendelle

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Lines Written in Early Spring

eating-poetry:

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

By William Wordsworth

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good news ; i’m here & my muse is awake. (: 
bad news ; my phone is dying & i’m hungry
but too lazy to get off my ass. 

woofety:

"You had a vision then, of Mina here? That's it?"
"Mina wouldn't have appeared to me but for her great need. I interpret these signs as best I can."

solitaryseabird:

 ”But before we say another word, you must look into your heart and you must answer me a question. Just one.

 If you have been touched by the demon, it’s like being touched by the back hand of God. Makes you sacred in a way, doesn’t it?

Makes you unique, with a kind of glory. The glory of suffering, even.”

fypennydreadful:

“Most holy Apostle, St. Jude, faithful servant and friend of Jesus, pray for her.”