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this blog is archived

OOC. okay, my queue has finally hit its last post, which means that, after this, there will be no more new posts here, save me reblogging my new promo for a few days. i had a lot of fun on this blog, even reached 300 followers, but it’s sadly too cluttered to hope to clean up any time soon. see you all on the new blog, those who want to follow!

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there had always been an air of mystery about her; a sense of otherness, a twinkle in her eye that told you she knew something about you that you didn’t. the boy was no different. she took one look at him, and said, ❛ angel boy, you were born to fly. ❜

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there had always been an air of mystery about her; a sense of otherness, a twinkle in her eye that told you she knew something about you that you didn’t. the boy was no different. she took one look at him, and said, ❛ angel boy, you were born to fly. ❜

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there had always been an air of mystery about her; a sense of otherness, a twinkle in her eye that told you she knew something about you that you didn’t. the boy was no different. she took one look at him, and said, ❛ angel boy, you were born to fly. ❜

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hello soldier .. guess what? …..i’m your senpai 

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OOC. i’m moving zack to a new blog. i’ll start doing so tonight, and announce the new url tomorrow, if i don’t change it. i love zack and don’t want to give him up, but this blog is just too cluttered.

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“And lord, did he try.” (insp.)

o.p.

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little soldier boy come marching home brave soldier boy comes marching home

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~🎵Fallen angel in the dark 🎵~ (click for full resoultion)

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🍂

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     you’ve got stardust in your veins && a whole galaxy in your eyes

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Cold is she who dreams of Spring. Harsh is she who watches over the world until the day it is to be reborn. VESHNA, she who is the Winter wind’s wail, she who is the kiss of frost upon the panes. A woman of which stories are told and songs sung, a Goddess eternal. A Lady of end, and a Maiden of new beginning. In her gaze rests a thought unvoiced, a murmur of truth, and in her smile lays a love for the land over which she rules.

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Cold is she who dreams of Spring. Harsh is she who watches over the world until the day it is to be reborn. VESHNA, she who is the Winter wind’s wail, she who is the kiss of frost upon the panes. A woman of which stories are told and songs sung, a Goddess eternal. A Lady of end, and a Maiden of new beginning. In her gaze rests a thought unvoiced, a murmur of truth, and in her smile lays a love for the land over which she rules.

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