In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud Under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade and yet the menace of the years finds, and shall find me, unafraid
It matters not how strait the gate how charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul"
The brightest witch of her age.
mixedcrown:
give him some time.
We need a signal
“When you don’t have anybody to take care of you, then you could go both ways: You could do whatever you want, or you could take charge and be your own parent.”
eversees:
Just as an angel cried for slaughter.