Come lay down
By my side and sing me
An ode to the fallen
Make it come inside me
Do you ever think thereof
While the cold wind weeps the lay of our love.
Týr — The Lay of our Love
One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for 1,000 years. To read is to voyage through time.
Carl Sagan (via maxkirin
All of my patches arrived!!!!! :D tomorrow if i get the chance I shall start sewing them on my jacket. Oh and the studs arrived too.
Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil.
Vreth (Finntroll) by Rodrigo (Terco) Fredes
The Spirit by Quan Yuan
Kerið by Graeme Taylor
Come Together by Jeff Hobson
Reaching Out by Jeff Hobson
Upper Bridal Veil by Jeff Hobson
Weeping Walls by Jeff Hobson