“That lightsaber was Luke’s, and his father before him, and now it calls to you!”
This is my family. I found it, all on my own. It’s little, and broken, but still good.
Hi there, long time no see! Haven’t posted on here in such a long time for personal reasons, it’s been a very tumultuous couple of years for me with some very low lows but things are finally starting to come good as I’ve spent the last few months starting out an amazing career as a model.
If you’re interested in photography, art or fashion and had a moment to check out my blog and show your support I would be eternally grateful, though I advise you don’t click if you’re offended by artistic nudity!
Thanks so much guys, hope to speak to you all soon!
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What would you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world?
When Sansa finally looked up, a man was standing over her, staring. He was short, with a pointed beard and a silver streak in his hair, almost as old as her father. “You must be one of her daughters,” he said to her. He had grey-green eyes that did not smile when his mouth did. “You have the Tully look.“ "I’m Sansa Stark,” she said, ill at ease. The man wore a heavy cloak with a fur collar, fastened with a silver mockingbird, and he had the effortless manner of a high lord, but she did not know him. “I have not had the honor, my lord.” Septa Mordane quickly took a hand. “Sweet child, this is Lord Petyr Baelish, of the king’s small council.”
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