my crap

2

The Tullys drew their strength from the river, and it was to the river they returned when their lives had run their course.


She almost bit her lip again, but this time she caught herself and stopped. My face is a dark pool, hiding everything, showing nothing. 

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what if the one thing that i missed, was everything i need to pass the test? and if i fail, what happens then? can i still count on you as a friend? we’re insane, but not alone. we hold on and let go. like the sun, we will live to rise. like the sun we will live and die and then ignite again.

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And again she looked at Faramir. ‘No longer do I desire to be a queen,’ she said. Then Faramir laughed merrily. ‘That is well,’ he said; ‘for I am not a king. Yet I will wed with the White Lady of Rohan, if it be her will. And if she will, then let us cross the River and in happier days let us dwell in fair Ithilien and there make a garden. All things will grow with joy there, if the White Lady comes.’