May 31, 2017
DEW DROPS ‘PON THINE TONGUE , from which false sacrament dost drip. & yet , anger strains to find a place ‘pon thee , thine eyne. pious lips emit but one word. ❛ ... why ? ❜ // @rosecannons ❤︎ ‘d for a starter.
seen from Portugal
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DEW DROPS ‘PON THINE TONGUE , from which false sacrament dost drip. & yet , anger strains to find a place ‘pon thee , thine eyne. pious lips emit but one word. ❛ ... why ? ❜ // @rosecannons ❤︎ ‘d for a starter.
Got a 70 out of 75 on my accounting project!!
@illchopitoff
Blonde hair. Hair that looked it belonged on a chocobo. These are just some of the characteristics used to describe Cloud Strife’s hair. Cloud may not have been the tallest guy out there, but because of that defining hair, it was pretty hard not to see him, even in a large crowd. And that hair was just what Barret was able to see. It had to be him, and Barret was about to find out if he was right.
“Well, if it ain’t Cloud! Didn’t think I’d run into someone I knew this fast. Never woulda thought I’d be so happy to see ya!”