Fang, Fang. I Love You. I Looooove

And Now I Was Trying To Brush My Hair,you Know,when I Thought About It,and Looking At Myself In Mirrors,wondering If I Was Pretty.pretty! A Year Ago,when My Haair Got In My Eyes I Hacked It Off With A Knife.the Only Thing Important About My Clothes Was Whether They Were To Stiff To Move Fast In Battle. And Fang Had Been My Best Friend And An Excellent Fighter.

There's Nothing More Dangerous Than Than Someone Trying To Act For The Greater Good.

Good Memories Are Like Charms...each Is Special. You Collect Them, One By One, Until One Day You Look Back And Discover They Make A Long, Colorful Bracelet.

Bizarre! That's The Only Word I Can Use To Describe Life Sometimes. Just Freaking Bizarre.

Maybe, Beauty, True Beauty, Is So Overwhelming, It Goes Straight To Our Hearts.maybe It Makes Us Feel Emotions That Are Locked Away Inside