It's like a spell. It's so strong I can't fight it. Is love always like this?
I miss the days when I was alone with my characters and no one else knew them except me.
How was it possible for the world to be so beautiful and so cruel at the same time?
It's what you do to yourself when you go mad with rage. You have no idea how much you can hurt yourself with your own strength.
I am not made for despair
The less people think of you, the more they will reveal to you or in your presence.