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There is no loathing so bitter, as that of self. #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 25, 2012
There is no loathing so bitter, as that of self. #thought
My head is a lonely pace, filled with echoing, contradictory voices. #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 25, 2012
My head is a lonely pace, filled with echoing, contradictory voices. #thought
The only rules I’ll ever break, are those I choose not to obey. #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 25, 2012
The only rules I’ll ever break, are those I choose not to obey. #thought
Fate, pattern found within the threads of the past, then read to reveal the way to the future. #malmaxa
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 26, 2012
Fate, pattern found within the threads of the past, then read to reveal the way to the future. #malmaxa
Define yourself, not by your deeds and your destiny, but by your desires.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 26, 2012
Define yourself, not by your deeds and your destiny, but by your desires.
What is this thing called duty – naught save a deceitful word, an enticer of evil, from good souls.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 27, 2012
What is this thing called duty – naught save a deceitful word, an enticer of evil, from good souls.
Duty, the name of the glorious cloak cladding wretched deeds.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 27, 2012
Duty, the name of the glorious cloak cladding wretched deeds.
Faroene mumbled quietly, so quietly the words were almost inaudible, “I loved him.Would have loved him… forever.” #malmaxa
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 27, 2012
Faroene mumbled quietly, so quietly the words were almost inaudible, “I loved him. Would have loved him… forever.” #malmaxa
@jacqueline_czel …After a few heartbeats, in a voice low and filled with sympathy, Ripkira murmured “Love, yes.But unspeakable.”
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 27, 2012
@Jacqueline_Czel …After a few heartbeats, in a voice low and filled with sympathy, Ripkira murmured “Love, yes. But unspeakable.”
Duty, this foul word precedes incitement to cast aside conscience.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) October 27, 2012
