She wore the gold only as a distraction. Nobody could know who she truly was. She had worked magic into her jewelry and clothes to hide her face in plain sight. She could never be seen and she could never be found.
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Dark and deep, and full of sleep. A wood that lulled, and later culled. Its whispers sweet, were veiled deceit. But I had not guessed that it might confess these long mastered secrets to me.
Jonathan/Details: Bridal Portraits: my somethings (old, new, etc.) are all family heirlooms, and i would like them to be documented in a creative composition
April, still in Florida but hear it's STILL looking like this at home! New snowstorm-2013. We are due to go home soon...to this???
bloodedcelt: The Three Norns by SheWalksInSilence
Avenged Sevenfold, Black Veil Brides, Green Day, Panic! At the Disco, My Chemical Romance
When someone beats a rug with a stick, he is not beating the rug – his aim is to get rid of the dust. Your inward is full of dust from the veil of ‘I’-ness, and that dust will not leave all at once. With every cruelty and every blow, it departs little by little from the heart’s face, sometimes in sleep and sometimes in wakefulness. —Mevlânâ Jalaleddin Rûmî
all time low, good charlotte, green day, blink-182, sleeping with sirens, pierce the veil, panic! At the disco, fall out boy, all American rejects, sum 41, of mice & men:)