Historias de Mikkel

I once became an MLTR fan since 1999 In 2008, they performed in Manila and I was able to attend... so, this story shows how much I loved them before having quit two years later

Thorn is with Karina and Mikkel, watching as they raise their son. And suddenly, doubt assails him. The Maktig starts to wonder if he best friend even needs him any more

Remember that kid in school that seems to create awkward situations wherever they go? That radiates awkwardness like a cobalt-60 isotope emits gamma rays? Bingo, that's me. In one word: awkward. As much fun I have getting myself into awkward and stupid situations (which is not a lot or loads, depending on the time, people involved and the situation), who cares, if I can’t put it to some use? Forget about the pretty girl, the bimbo, the slut – it’s time to hear from the awkward kid.

The origin of Mikkel. Let's find out why Mikkel is the way he is :)

Myrria, a once proud and peaceful civilization, is now divided into five warring nations, called Myrrads. Each Myrrad represents one of five spiritual elements: Water, Fire, Air, Earth, Metal. After the systematic extermination of the Air Myrrad citizens, the Water Myrrad is next in line. Enter Mikkel, a conscript gone derelict. He meets Karana, a warrior from the unorthodox water tribe called the River Realm. The Realm offers Mikkel something very few possess: the Water Spirit. But there is one problem. Both the Spirit and his love for Karana are taking his mind by storm. Will Mikkel give in to the Spirit? Or will he harness the Spirit and wage war against the evil Fire Myrrad? Step into the heart of war and find out in this explosive white-knuckle, winner-takes-all onslaught.

He was no poet that is a fact. He tried though; he made the effort to win me over every day of our two year relationship. One letter he wrote was “I love you more than my mother… don’t tell her I said that.” I laughed at this one all throughout the day. As all the memories of the letters rushed into my mind the tears began to fall in the corner of my lifeless eyes as I realized I would never again receive a letter so trivial and meaningful ever again.

Isn't it the little things that make all the difference? Here is a compilation of observations about the little things. Sequel to "Nothing". It is not necessary to read "Nothing" to understand this.

"The question is not where, but when." This is a compilation of my Imagines on the Netflix series DARK. All imagines posted here are from my Tumblr