|"I know that despite the constant courting that the darkness sends me; I was born to be a captain, I was born to etch a verse inside this mysterious body that is 'O life'."|
|“It's a funny thing about stories. It doesn't feel like you make them up, more like you find them. You type and type and you know you haven't got it yet, because somewhere out there, there's that perfect thing -- the unexpected ending that was always going to happen. That place you've always been heading for, but never expected to go.”|
The Way Home - [A Thank you]I have been shaken upThe Way Home - [A Thank you] by The-Longfall-of-1979
and I must take your hand
because things have happened in such a way.
As for your anointing with the written word, I feel I can't compare --
but I must write about the visage
of a woman who burns.
And if this captain were to embrace you
I would allow the bones in my forearms
if it meant "You. Closer to me."
I just didn't think there would be anyone to welcome me home.
But the way home has looked like this:
paper cranes, terra cotta eyes,
a cardinal-hued grace
lower-cased letters [because they are quieter]
and a girl with a beautiful, fiery mane---
The way home bends:
Towards Strength, towards Gentleness.
Alongside powerful wrists that can write such words, shaped like iron
crafted to help speed the healing of shattered bones.
Such words can realign my spirit, calibrate my feet's compass
so that life becomes sacred again
so that redemption and prophecy might be carried out.
That history be reclaimed
That destiny be <
The Day I Failed To Save YouJust that once, she was a little too late. She didn’t see what dealt the final blow; hadn’t been able to see it coming. All she could do was to fall to her knees at his side where he lay in a bank of snow, the man who looked far too young to die, and she could have slapped him – because he was smiling.The Day I Failed To Save You by Gallifrey-Pirate
“My Clara,” he said, one hand clasped to his chest as if it could hold in the imminent burst of energy. A glistening streak upon his face betrayed a tear, the sight of it cutting her to the core.
“Doctor, I’m sorry. I wasn’t quick enough. I should’ve been here. I’ve always been here. It’s what I’m supposed to do.” Her own tears fell now. She was beyond furious at failing to protect him.
“Well you’re an idiot,” he replied with a soft laugh. “This isn’t the end, and you know it. All those times you can’t quite remember, all those times you were there for me – I still chan
(I like to think I'm professional.)|
Current Residence: Every star that ever was.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Anything medium or above. (But not too above)
Print preference: Idk man just print your own printery prints
Favorite genre of music: A lot of the Lots of things out there.
Favourite photographer: jaydoncabe, Renée Tooley, Matthew Odmark, Connie Imboden, PopeSaintVictor, Charlie Lowell, Jaime Ibarra.
Favourite style of art: Old Photography. Gritty conceptual art, Japanese art, children's illustrations, Comical and cartoonishy, Typography, lots of things from the emotional side of the artistic side of the moon------and just basically anything that catches my eye!
Operating System: Furfx
MP3 player of choice: Lappy 3000, youtube, iPod touch, and my whistler.
Shell of choice: one with a ghost in it.
Wallpaper of choice: Scenery stuff, pictures of cool panes, anything Sengoku Basara, Marvel, Doctor who, instrument photography, some black and White Photography, and the like.
Skin of choice: mine's great, thanks.
Personal Quote: "Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies."
"Nobody important? Blimey, that's amazing. You know that in nine hundred years of time and space and I've never met anybody who wasn't important before."
"Run, you clever boy-- and remember me."