To Be Honest, I'm Not Much Of

Girl Talk. That Thing I've Always Been So Bad At.

I'll Tell Them That On Bad Mornings, It Feels Impossible To Take Pleasure In Anything Because I'm Afraid It Could Be Taken Away.

There Was No Discussion Between Them; It Was As If The Bugs Had Worked Out This Whole Scenario Long Ago. Temp Put On A Burst Of Speed For The End Of The Bridge, And Tick Turned To Face Down The Army Of Rats Alone.

Having An Eye For Beauty Isn't The Same Thing As A Weakness...except Possibly When It Comes To You.

If He Goes And Dies On Me Now, I Know I'll Go Completely Insane.