Tuesday, April 26, 2016


"The tale of such has been penned, perhaps, a million times. Same in all it's heartache and tears and unrequited loves; the same, till every star in the heavens have fallen away, all the lovers have perished from their love. The same, in all it's petty hopes and childish fears, to only in the end be proved that, even true love, cannot conquer over death's freezing winter. And yet, it will remain with those who survive, as a monster, till the last grain of sand has fell into the bottom of time's glass."

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MUWAHGLURHRHRHRHHhhahahahh ...

A sneak peak ... *crackles knuckles like a mad scientist*

I need to get a life.

Oh, wait.

They are it.

The wedding photo


"I'm sorry"



 Red.

That was all he could remember.

So much red, sordid and staining everything, drenching. And white. She was so white, all color drained from that soft face. 

He had done this.

No cry, no tears, no scream. Nothing, save numb surprise. And she looked at him, as if he could save her, as if she trusted, so completely, that he would.

The Path To The Dark Side



 It's Anikan and Padame's relationship and all. 

Sith Loki is scary and cool.

AND VALI AND NARVI ARE LUKE AND LEIA. WHATTT? What? 

and ... and ... SIGYN DIES.

I HATE THIS NOW.
NO.
JUST NO.
I HATE EVERYTHING.

*stomps off blog*