happy face

so strange.

wisdom is fickle, and chance is god's retort.

Who do you carry the torch for my young man, do you believe in anything?

I'd rather be a window that fills the room with warm light, and protects you from the wind, rain, and snow.

The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts

I don't wanna be your cornerstone

it's one of those rare occasions where I'm sorry

I wish.

poop.