#✩|| ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ᴊᴇᴅɪ (aesthetic)

[isooto]

Image: Shaak Ti on her knees, robes torn and laying about her feet, lightsaber off and lying limp in one hand, arm exposed to the world with her stripes streaked with bluish blood, as are her hands stained purple where her blood has mixed with another’s. Her head is bowed, eyes closed, streaks of bright white showing through a face so dirty you can’t really make out the colors of her skin anymore. A body lying before her, white armor and purple stripes covered with burns and blaster marks of all sizes, but the most prominent mark is a clear hole in his abdomen, the wound cauterized and clear as day, his facial hair is singed in places from blaster fire, helmet lying a yard or so away with the visor cracked and missing from half of it, the purple lines decorating it broken and chipped. You can just barely make out the numbers printed in small text just above the fallen man’s heart. ARC-743353... Chester. 

#✩|| ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ᴊᴇᴅɪ (aesthetic) #✩|| ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇɴ ɪs ᴍɪɢʜᴛɪᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴏʀᴅ (musings) #✩|| Chester (743353)

[isooto]

famous first lines of poetry

BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.

italicize the ones that may vary by verse.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright  // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night.  // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest; //  once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,  // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud //  does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  //  o my love is like a red, red rose  // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; //  out of the night that covers me,  //  it was many and many a year ago,  // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. //  hope is the thing with feathers //  the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island,

remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveller from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves  // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man,  // that crazed girl improving her music.  // come to me in the silence of the night; //  where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, //  in flanders’ fields the poppies blow  // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows

come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art–//  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. //  heaven is what i cannot reach! //  my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty,  // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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#✩|| ᴏʜᴍʏɢᴏᴅs sᴛᴏᴘ ʏᴇʟʟɪɴɢ (ooc) #✩|| ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇɴ ɪs ᴍɪɢʜᴛɪᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴏʀᴅ (musings) #✩|| 🇦🇷🇪 🇾🇴🇺 🇵🇷🇪🇵🇦🇷🇪🇩 🇹🇴 🇲🇪🇪🇹 🇾🇴🇺🇷 🇫🇦🇹🇪? (About Shaak) #✩|| ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ᴊᴇᴅɪ (aesthetic)