I wanna be a wizard!
Years of love have been forgot. In the hatred of a minute. - Edgar Allan Poe
May we meet again
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Don't walk. Run, you sheep, run.
I appreciate the masterpiece that is you, because your existence alone is art
Nothing like a nice tentacle-slap across the maw to set the tone for the week, eh?
But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.
I'm waiting for the light of your supernova.
A queen will always turn pain into power.