The M E M E

the m e m e

pretty old one, but I still like it

As the poet dies with unfinished song, Nightingale's groan shall fill night all along As his gift is tart - as honey of wild, As words can't be spoken, and the silence - his bile

I shall come when stars are dark, when the moon is blind, In the dark hour of hound, under your gaze entwined I shall stand and say "come, oh come, heart of mine, Allow me to see your dear face once again - in my mire.."

I want to show these silly pictures because I can. :D

/© Lunatic Sun/

I don’t even know man. I was bored

suddenly memories of these cursed things unlocked. bad for me

ahhh, medicine.

Why I see zero Valdemar/Prospero content?!