It Was Her. It Was Teresa.

I Don't Give A Crap If You're A Tangent Or A Really Smart Llama. You're My Friend And That's All That Matters

I Ought To Come Up There And Break Your Shuck Nose.

She Smiled For The First Time, And He Almost Had To Look Away, As If Something That Nice Didn’t Belong In Such A Glum And Gray Place, As If He Had No Right To Look At Her Expression.

Minho Was The First One To Speak Since The Food Had Come. “maybe We Should Just Give In To Those Shuckfaces. Do What They Want. One Day We’ll All Sit Around, Fat And Happy.” Thomas Knew He Didn’t Mean A Word Of It. “yeah, Maybe You Can Find A Nice Pretty Girl Who Works Here, Settle Down, Get Married And Have Kids. Just In Time For The World To End In A Sea Of Lunatics.” Minho Kept At It. “wicked’s Going To Figure Out This Blueprint Business And We’ll All Live Happily Ever After.

I'm Inspired By Almost Everything I Come Across In Life, And One Way Or Another They Find Themselves Sneaking Into My Stories.