You Are Truly Satan's Sequined Spawn.

Who But The Mad Would Choose To Keep On Living? In The End, Aren't We All Just A Little Crazy?

My Misery Is Reaching Epidemic Proportions.

There Are Times When One Friend Requires The Blind Faith Of Another.

Evie Replied With An Eye-roll. “do You Think You Can Manage To Not Steal Anything While I’m Gone?” “the Only Thing I’m Trying To Steal Is Your Heart, Doll.” Sam Smirked. “you’re Not That Talented A Thief, Sam Lloyd.

In Every End, There Is Also A Beginning.