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The spirit noodles meet Mushu!
This art is mine! Do not steal, reblog, or post elsewhere without my permission or I’ll find you! C: You can like and reblog though! Spread the noodle love! \o/
Reblogging from my other account! This is mine!
a poem
goodnight moon, goodnight stars, goodnight james buchanan barnes
“Oh my boatman, I often look from the highest hill that I might see, Will you come tonight, or will you come tomorrow Oh sorry will I be if you do not come at all
My heart is broken, bruised Often tears are running down from my eyes Will you come tonight, or will I wait up for you Or close the door with a sad sigh?
I often ask of the boatmen If they have seen you, if you are safe But they all tell me That I was foolish if I gave you love.
My darling promised me a gown of silk That and a fine plait A golden ring in which I’d see a likeness But I fear that he shall forget.
Although they said you were flighty That did not lessen my love for you You are in my dreams at night And in the morning I ask for you.
I gave you love and cannot deny It’s not love that lasts a year or a season But a love that began when I was a child And that will not wither until death do take me.
My friends say often That I must forget your image But their counsel is as unfathomable to me As is the returning tide.
I am all too sad and tearful Like a white swan that has been torn Sounding her death-call on a small grassy loch Having been forsaken by all.”
“Oh my boatman, I often look from the highest hill that I might see, Will you come tonight, or will you come tomorrow Oh sorry will I be if you do not come at all
My heart is broken, bruised Often tears are running down from my eyes Will you come tonight, or will I wait up for you Or close the door with a sad sigh?
I often ask of the boatmen If they have seen you, if you are safe But they all tell me That I was foolish if I gave you love.
My darling promised me a gown of silk That and a fine plait A golden ring in which I'd see a likeness But I fear that he shall forget.
Although they said you were flighty That did not lessen my love for you You are in my dreams at night And in the morning I ask for you.
I gave you love and cannot deny It's not love that lasts a year or a season But a love that began when I was a child And that will not wither until death do take me.
My friends say often That I must forget your image But their counsel is as unfathomable to me As is the returning tide.
I am all too sad and tearful Like a white swan that has been torn Sounding her death-call on a small grassy loch Having been forsaken by all.”
My kind of man
He needs to be in a batman movie
Beautiful Cinema - Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End
. . . ’Forgive me. If I have hurt you, kiss me and go away.’
‘If I kiss you I won’t go away.’
‘I was counting on that.’
She tilted her head. He touched her parted lips with his own. Tentatively. First the upper, then the lower….
every time i see yennefer of vengerberg i need a moment to clutch my heart before i can go on with my life
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To Build A Home by The Cinematic Orchestra
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust This is a place where I don’t feel alone This is a place where I feel at home
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We don’t deserve Yennefer’s beauty.
Goodnight~