Just some babes at the beach.

Ain’t no party like a KNIFE PARTY!

I’d sell my soul for this dress.

I’m a motherfucking unicorn.

sharingpoetry:

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king. 

(submitted by medievalsorceress)

“You are aware that I am not really a wizard?”

I am in the eye of the storm,
Forever on the brink
Of breaking into chaos. 

Like the weather
I am interchangeable,
I am a force. 

I batter the windows
Of haunted houses,
Falling empty on my own. 

I forever fly higher
Seeking for elation
Slipping in and out of joy. 

I chart a lonely path,
I walk it with trepidation
Holding my heart.

So she gave her love
On her last breath, whispering,
“Orfeo, always”.

Sandbartastic!