by ~Phantasos~ » Thu Nov 14, 2013 10:20 am
"what fun? All I ever remember is you beating up on me. Dunking me in the lake,locking me out of the hotel room,throwing snow in my face,stealing my candy...need I go on?"
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."