Oh, drop the act, Tinkerbell, and get rid of my problem. Then we’ll talk.

And there you have it...if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.

The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

It's not my fault who I am. The only think that's my fault is what I choose to do

When my faith is getting weak And I feel like giving in You breathe into me again.

How do you kill a vampire?"-Mac "Hope hes not"-Barrons

Silence isn't golden, it's deadly. It's a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.