by ~Phantasos~ » Thu Feb 20, 2014 3:00 am
She smirked and popped another one in her mouth. "So good." a note fell to the floor amd she tossed it at him. "here. You can have this."
"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."