It Was A Brutal Picture, A Tug-of-war

I Was Planning On Starting A New File On My Computer With The Title "phrases That Sound One Way To Witches But Mean Something Else To Vampires.

My Ideas About Vampires May By Romantic, But Your Attitudes Toward Women Need A Major Overhaul.

You Do Angry. I Just Saw It. And You Left At Least One Hole In My Carpet To Prove It.

Ni Muer Ni Viu Ni No Guaris, Ni Mal No·m Sent E Si L’ai Gran, Quar De S’amor No Suy Devis, Ni No Sai Si Ja N’aurai Ni Quan, Qu’en Lieys Es Tota Le Mercés Que·m Pot Sorzer O Decazer.” “not Dying Nor Living Nor Healing, There Is No Pain In My Sickness, For I Am Not Kept From Her Love. I Don’t Know If I Will Ever Have It, For All The Mercy That Makes Me Flourish Or Decay Is In Her Power.

Be Still,” He Said, Voice Harsh. “i Might Not Be Able To Control Myself If You Step Away.