"We rode on the winds of the rising storm, We ran to the sounds of the thunder, We danced among the lightning bolts, And tore the world asunder."
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The Poor Lovers, New York
December 19, 1979, printed October 1980
Irving Penn American, 1917–2009
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I am drawn to you—not by choice, but by something deeper. A pull beyond reason, beyond time. Without hesitation. Without end.
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#the faraway shifted forward#and all was clear#and the embers blazed#and the crystal glowed anew#sparks fly and i find you there#in the glow then it fades away#yet the everlight of you remains#a memory of your voice#scent and shape and heat#and other lives in other worlds#stretching back endlessly
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CASSANDRA PENTAGHAST Dragon Age: Inquisition
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“You yourself are your own barrier – rise from within it.”
— Hafiz
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Don’t shorten your words, I like your details
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Holding her down and biting into her neck like an animal >>>
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