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Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.
"You know, you can always be our far-far guard and stay behind with that thing," I told him.
"Mm,I´ve had enough." He dropped the cigarette and stamped it out, leaving it behind, I hated that almost as much as him smoking in the first place.
Sure, why not? Stress was the answer to everything lately.
Keeping love buried was a lot like keeping anger pent up, I´d learned. It just ate you up inside until you wanted to scream or kick something.
Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty.
And I thought the whole point of my education was that violence is the answer.
"Rose is in red But never in blue Sharp as a thotn Fights like one too."
"Art doesn't have to make sense, little dhampire. Besides, I'm supposed to be crazy, right?"
"My cigarettes and I are going outside. At least they show me respect.."