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just an old sketch I found. Screw learning English.
Old work in one of my notebooks from school. Her name is Lucia and I would like to redraw her sometime. I’m a big fan of her dress and hair. I imagine it like a peppermint.
Guardians of Narnia - Prologue
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.
When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone,
Sits at Cair Paravel in throne,
The evil time will be over and done.
All Narnians knew this prophecy by heart. Throughout the 100 years of endless winter, these words brought peace to the Animals and creatures that suffered under the White Witch's reign.
It was recited in hushed tones, whispered in their prayers, that one day, someday soon, the true King would return and banish the Witch back to whatever desolate place she had crawled out of. That Aslan and the fated Two Sons of Adam and Two Daughters of Eve would bring spring back to their land and usher in a new Golden Age.
However, what you, dear reader, may not have known, was the second half of the prophecy.
But while wickedness rules, and enemies reign,
By Narnia's Guardians shall evil's grasp be restrained
Aslan's own they shall be, endowed with gifts by He
Balanced by nature, by day, by night
Until the King returns, with glorious might!
OMG omg i just found my old regular show doodles.
It’s been a while but freakin love it. maybe i should watch this show again.[{(and again.)and again.}and..]
damn i haven’t change a bit
yeah good old tumblr, my good old shit post.. aaaaaa
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i forgot my twitter account.. why me whyyyyy
Was It A Mistake?
Was it a mistake,
When I left you for good?
When I packed the means for fire,
And hauled the timberwood?
Was it a mistake,
When I held you so closely?
When I raised the stakes,
All for some money?
Was it a mistake,
When I sung you farewells,
Only to come back,
And dig deeper than a well,
Into the fresh Earth,
And near it I mourned,
Was it a mistake,
When I buried you beneath the dirt?
SWEET MOTHER, HAILEY
The Moon is shining,
Brother, where is home?
The Sun is dimming,
Brother, where is home?
The Earth is calling,
Sister, where is home?
The Sky is crying,
Sister, where is home?
They all have questions,
And I lack answers.
What good am I now?
What good am I now?
They gave me a life,
They gave me a start,
But my hands are empty,
With nothing, I can part.
What do I give, how can I repay?
How can I live, in debt another day?
And the apologies are heavy,
The weight of brick and mortar,
Carried on my shoulders,
Hands empty, still I hold her.
And what good is a daughter,
If she cannot hold your hand?
As you blink away your life,
And leave to better lands?
I'll ask myself this daily,
And wonder what I could've done,
My sweet mother, Hailey,
Went home to the sun.