This isn't the first time the world has come to an end, and it won't be the last either.
I'm incapable of hiding my feelings when I'm around someone I don't like.
I have an advanced degree in procrastination and another one in paranoia.
We came in the wind of the carnival. A wind of change, or promises. The merry wind, the magical wind, making March hares of everyone, tumbling blossoms and coat-tails and hats; rushing towards summer in a frenzy of exuberance.
I'm insatiably curious.
A thing named is a thing tamed.