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Lady Sigfrith

@lady-sigfrith-blog / lady-sigfrith-blog.tumblr.com

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Thank you! but I’m no longer here, I moved to @sigfrith

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Guys. I decided delete this blog and @world-of-amy-manson bc I want start all again. 

My personal blog will be my main and blog about Amy will my second blog with another (i hope) people. 

I will let everyone know then I start my new blogs. You will see me in tags. (Atlantis & Jekyll and Hyde fandoms for sure). 

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hawt-me33

Coming into a fandom late

Coming into a fandom early and watching it become an angry clusterfuck

Being in a dormant fandom that suddenly comes alive again after a new book/movie

Don’t forget about those who come in the midst of a fandom war. 

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Accuracy at its best

Being in a fandom and not even knowing there’s a war going on…

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my-reylo

all of this shit…lol

When You’re Not In The Fandom But You’re Nosy AF

When you get into a fandom only to discover it’s dead

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jupiter235

This gets better every time I see it. 

Being in a dead fandom…

Or being in such a tiny fandom that it feels like youre the only one

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Finally I did another request. I have 2 more. 

Urgh

No time. No time at all

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Oh never weep for love that’s dead Since love is seldom true But changes his fashion from blue to red, From brightest red to blue, And love was born to an early death And is so seldom true.

Then harbour no smile on your bonny face To win the deepest sigh. The fairest words on truest lips Pass on and surely die, And you will stand alone, my dear, When wintry winds draw nigh.

Sweet, never weep for what cannot be, For this God has not given. If the merest dream of love were true Then, sweet, we should be in heaven, And this is only earth, my dear, Where true love is not given. - Dead Love, Elizabeth Siddal

Blue, Orange, Red, 1961 & No.14, 1960, Mark Rothko

National Poetry Day

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