jebibot: From her chest sprout the heads of crows that cry ceaselessly - whether in grief of what could be, or rage of what has been, one cannot tell.

jebibot: From her chest sprout the heads of crows that cry ceaselessly - whether in grief of what could be, or rage of what has been, one cannot tell.

tags: Aye, Siwmae!,

from: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/jake-the-fox/139417082361