Looking to the sky by Tony

famous first lines of poetry
BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked  // tyger tyger, burning bright  //  i have done it again.  //  do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night.  // let us go then, you and i, //  april is the cruelest month,  //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies.  //  there is a place where the sidewalk ends  //  i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)  // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, //  whose woods these are i think i know  //  let us twain walk aside from the rest; //  once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,  //  i taught myself to live simply and wisely  //  it so happens i am sick of being a man  //  i wandered lonely as a cloud  // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  //  o my luve is like a red, red rose  //  o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;  //  out of the night that covers me,  //  it was many and many a year ago,  // you may write me down in history  //  do not stand at my grave and weep  //  some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.  //  hope is the thing with feathers  //  the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,  //  no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away,  //  i met a traveller from an antique land  //  ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves  //  this is thy hour o soul,  //  when we wear the mask that grins and lies,  //  death be not proud, //  and death shall have no dominion.  //  laugh, and the world laughs with you;  //  the art of losing isn’t hard to master; //  to see a world in a grain of sand  //  is there anybody there? said the traveller //  nobody heard him, the dead man, //  that crazed girl improving her music.  // come to me in the silence of the night; //  where the mind is without fear and the head is held high //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  //  in flanders’ fields the poppies blow  //  i thought of you and how you love this beauty  //  life, believe, is not a dream  //  it may be misery not to sing at all,  //  if starry space no limit knows  // come live with me and be my love,  //  had we but world enough and time,  //  my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense  //  bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– //  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways. //  heaven is what i cannot reach !  //  my dear, my dear, i know  //  in visions of the dark night //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break  //  she walks in beauty,  // i had a dream, which was not all a dream.  //  he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

tagged by: i stole this from @spunstories 8)
tagging: @bleachskin @clownpolicy @viiduam @guiltsuited / @godspariah @hitqurl @ironclad @proneanger @canisriot @valorslain @dokkstjarna + anyone who wants to, because I’m sure I forgot to tag few ppl. feel free to say i tagged u


| Michi (Taichi/Mimi) “Digimon” |  Improvement meme ~by me!

Another draw this again meme! yay! OH IM REALLY HAPPY WITH THE OUTCOME OF THE NEW VERSION…! ❤️❤️

I was searching through my old works when I found the first one & I was like “I remember how much I loved this but— now it looks so wrong?! Ughhh…! These two REALLY deserve a remake!” 😂 So I set to work to make a better version of the previous one! hehe

The 2012´s one was the second thing that I did with a drawing tablet eveer and holy chips…! I went so crazy with the colouring?! It´s been almost 5 years of practice right now and after sooo much time im still squeaking at this ship~❤️ Mimi is so happy because it´s snowing while Taichi´s heart is racing…! *lovingly sighs*

Lohran was busy packing his few belongings for his travel to Shakatu. He also bought some food and other necessary things for the few days he would spend out on sea; but first he had to get his ship from Velia and while being there he would do some business with a fisherman. Lohran left Altinova in the early morning hours and went to Balenos by horse. It could be a bit risky to travel through the rumbling lands, there were golems and lunatic worshippers of dark faith to get travelers into trouble; this day was quiet though, and Lohran didn’t worry too much anyway cause he had his blade and bow if there should be any disturbance on his way. He arrived in Velia at noon, his thoughts sometimes drifting off to the last night he had spent in Altinova. But he had to hurry and so he contracted some slave workers and let them bring his belongings to his ship. Shortly after he made off, and it was a perfect sunny day for it.
Lohran had thought about bying a house on Iliya Island, cause in his opinion it was the perfect location to settle down, not far from the Olvian Coast as well as the sea routes to Mediah and Valencia. He didn’t want to live in Altinova or Shakatu anymore. He’d only need his ship and he would easily sail out every day without spending all his time coming to the main land; maybe he would hire workers to fish and sell them, or even open up a shipyard. With a calm mind and thoughts he made off on his way to the Al Halam Sea.


    It’s the perfume that catches his attention: subtle, but with a floral note that can’t escape him. It takes him a moment to place it, and he almost doesn’t manage until he hears her voice amid the coffee shop crowd. “Ms. Potts?” This could be embarrassing if he’s wrong, but—well, he’s blind. It would almost certainly be more awkward for the other party. “Matt Murdock. We met a short time ago at Stark Tower.” Avengers Tower? Which is it? “I… Could I buy you a coffee? I fear we got off on the wrong foot with that case, and I’d appreciate a chance to rectify that, if you don’t mind.”