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grief is like the ocean. deep && dark. and bigger than all of us.

                                            I was                                                                         c̷̲͍̮̣͉ͧ̌̃̓̀̍̄̓͛͒́u̴̩͇͙̰̭͎ͭ̉ͤ̀͝ͅṟ̢̧̙̤̤̜̥ͤͧ͂͛ͣͥͨͣ̔ͨ̅͐͆͠͠s̨̛̭̗̩̠̑̑̆ͬ͌ͮ͋̉ͬ͌̋̅̓͒ͭ̓͑̄̀̀e̷̓̅̈͑̅҉̩̳̳̞̙̥̞̟̮̯͕̲̥͍͙̳̥̮͎͝d̘͍͔̻̣̫̖̹͔̼͓̺̠͚̼̣̏̊ͧ̍̀̒̎̈́̒ͫ̓͛ͬ̔̃̒̍́                    at b i r t h .  

God did forsake me. Angels betrayed me. Humans do die. Demons don´t lie.

Katar Dagger 

"Load the Cannons, ye Scrubs!" - Edward Thatch/Blackbeard

She is nothing short of happy to be adorned with such loveliness into weaves of platinum. Eva can only see a little of this flower he has placed in her care, but she knew Thatch would only pick the prettiest. A soft smile graces her face before fingertips came to rub at the petals. “—Thank you.”

             " Mhm. "                              It's  more hum  than response,  yet                              applicable to either, regardless.  &                              once satisfied, he retreats, sinking                              back  into  his  seat with  little care                              given unto posture;    it is simply a                              lounge,     contentment      gracing                              rough                        countenance.              " Suits 'ya, m'lass. "