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There Are No WordsThere Are No WordsThere Are No Words
Ive always thought I was good with words, thought I had a silver tongue, but there are no words for this. They are inconsequential at this hour of greatest need and sorrow. I am sorry that I have repeated what everyone else has said. I am sorry that I can offer no greater solace than my shoulder and a shirt sleeve. Know that I grieve with you, for you. Know that it is alright to let to storm sweep through you, engulf you.
Let the wind blind the tears from your eyes, let the water rush through you. Let it cleanse you, though you think you may never feel clean again. Become it. Be of it. Be wh


To Behold HopeTo Behold HopeTo Behold Hope
She stared for that is all she could do. She stared out across a place that she barely knew, barely recognized. This was not her home, and these were not her people. They were impostors, pretenders, play actors, and she was not Princess Zelda. She was a foreign wind trapped in a body of stone, unwilling to move, limbs immobile and strict as lead in their range of motion. She was rain and air whirling within herself, seething to escape through the capillaries in her skin, through the delicate lattice work of veins. She was all these things and none.
She closed her eyes for a moment, tasted salt and met


The Judgment of GanondorfPrologue: The Judgment of GanondorfThe Judgment of Ganondorf
Majora watched in silence from her tree branch as the three sisters sat around a quiet pool observing the mortal world. She felt envy stir in her heart at their camaraderie. Every laugh and hug exchanged between them was another thorn in her side. Din, Nayru, and Farore had sprung into being at the exact same moment, and had been inseparable since then. Majora had been born alone from the death of an old god whose name no one could remember anymore.
She was a goddess of dark things: greed, envy, pride, bloodlust, and above all chaos. And because of this, Majora had no f
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You say dark and intriguing like it's a bad thing.
"I'm not a baby. I'm a tumor."-Hellboy 2
"It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind."
T. S. Eliot
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You say dark and intriguing like it's a bad thing.
"I'm not a baby. I'm a tumor."-Hellboy 2
"It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind."
T. S. Eliot
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Life is too fragile to be precious, or maybe it's precious because it's fragile.... <3 words that inspire <3
from the series, Knought and Crosses
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You say dark and intriguing like it's a bad thing.
"I'm not a baby. I'm a tumor."-Hellboy 2
"It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind."
T. S. Eliot
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You say dark and intriguing like it's a bad thing.
"I'm not a baby. I'm a tumor."-Hellboy 2
"It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind."
T. S. Eliot
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"Life's a game"
Uruguayos en dA- cada vez somos mas y mejores- un saludo a todos
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You say dark and intriguing like it's a bad thing.
"I'm not a baby. I'm a tumor."-Hellboy 2
"It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind."
T. S. Eliot
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