Just tolerate my little fist tugging on your forest chest
I'm not a control freak.
Five years from now I'm probably going to look back on the things I'm doing and cringe.
I just want to feel everything.
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within, but then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full and sank in the burrows of my keep, and all my armor, falling down, in a pile at my feet.
Be kind to me, or treat me mean I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine