The figure was a woman,
who would have been naked except for the strange impression
she gave of being dressed in light,
as if the bright silvery waves covered rather than revealed her.
Maerad looked into her eyes, and they were the same yellow eyes that
had startled her the night before.
She had the wildest face she had ever seen,
inhuman and fey,
amoral and beautiful as a flower.
Ancient and Corrupt.
Pure and Whole.
Innocent and Fragile.
I am this
and this
and this.
F I N D M E
“Soft as a river is to a fleeting swan
Cold as the moonlight fainting on stone
Deep as the deathless moss on the singing tree
I am this, and this, and this.
Fleet as an unseen star in the dwindling glade
Old as the hidden root that feeds the world
Hard as the light that blinds the living eye
I am this, and this, and this.”
C R E D I T S
Thank you A n j a l i for the picture
U n p l u g g e d for the CSS
and T h e N a m i n g by A l l i s o n C r o g g o n for the quotes.
Anjali: Of course it would be okay! Feel free. (:
And thank you.
Shadouu: Thanks!
It's from The Naming. I love that book.
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I hate purity. I hate goodness. I don’t want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.
Well then, I ought to suit you, dear. I’m corrupt to the bones.
I hate purity. I hate goodness. I don’t want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.
Well then, I ought to suit you, dear. I’m corrupt to the bones.
*streaks through* /o/ I love
I love thissss...and I would love to interact with her sometime, if I ever get up the guts to do so. (If that would be okay. ♥)
That poem at the top is so
Anjali: Of course it would be
And thank you.
Shadouu: Thanks!
It's from The Naming. I love that book.
I hate purity. I hate goodness. I don’t want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.
Well then, I ought to suit you, dear. I’m corrupt to the bones.
I guess I should track this,
Fantastic... tracking.
tracking.
Fish & Cicadia: Thank you
I hate purity. I hate goodness. I don’t want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.
Well then, I ought to suit you, dear. I’m corrupt to the bones.