Life doesn't come with an instruction manual.

So, there was this beautiful princess. She was locked in a high tower(...)She was stuck up there(...)So the only thing was to jump.

The world needed more fireworks- especially now that there was going to be a shortage of beautiful, useless things.

He and I have this... personality conflict. Namely, I think he should get a new one.

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.

All that glitters is not hovery.

Not everything made you stronger. It was possible to survive, yet still be crippled for your trouble. Sometimes it was okay to run away, to skip the test, to chicken out. Or at least to get some help.