IndyannahFates Untold Love is war and war is love. The unending riddle of our lives unfolds before us in a mystical splendor. Our consciousness, immortal as it seems, fights to free itself from the bonds of a mortal body. Words and thoughts run together like two great rivers merging then, when we least expect it the flow forth to the tips of our fingers, cascading like the highest falls. The very haunting phrases that we speak within our minds come to life within mere moments. We imagine a life, a world other than the one we are fated to. Innumerable planes of existence haunt our every thought. The universe has a funny way of woIndyannah
Gypsy LoveGirl you must have gypsy blood, The way your dark hair fallsGypsy Love
The fire dancing in your eyes The blood flows through you
That much it true How can I ever expect to not love you You must have gypsy blood my dear For you run from me just when I want to pull you close It must dwell in your heart
The way the music is your drug
the soul of a gypsy must never be held to love a gypsy soul is a bittersweet suicide girl, today you may love be but tomorrow you’ll be gone I see the darkness in your eyes as you spin close to me I see the freedom stir within you and
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If we wait long enough, something strange will happen.
Alex Garland, the Coma
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*gravewalkers a club dedicated to graveyards & cemeteries
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