Émilie. 20. Photography Student. Canada. British French-Canadian.
Talk to me about everything and anything. I don't bite... unless you're into that... then we can arrange things. ;D
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
The Pines were roaring on the heights
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The tress like torches blazed with light
(Source: black-nata, via lady-queenobscene)