Galadriel, from The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien
Grief and grief and grief are strikes between which breath is impossible – leaving first, a reeling mind half-alive and second, dark, strange bruises. The colours of these marks clear, but move just so, and the pain underneath reminds the body where it yet lives – Wherefore, we plead peace with passing
favorite pen: Pilot Juice up 04 in black (0.4 mm)
Stay thee, man arrayed in armor fair; By thy honor, ‘fore thou go This, my precious standard, bear: This, my passion and my woe. Pray thee, lover, soldier, friend; By our bond ‘neath the Divine Take my hand, and to it bend To kiss; e’en so, my mouth is
I finally ditched iMovie for Filmmaker Pro (which has treated me very well, so far). Hasta la vista, babehhhh This means a few things, namely that 1. I will maintain a higher level of daily sanity, and 2. I really, truly need to update my acting/performance reel. Again. This