What do you want for breakfast?
Normal people scare me.
The look on his face
He's collecting them for my memoirs.
It's you and me, together for always.
Parrot? What Parrot?
Love is not a sprint, it's a marathon
Who says exactly what they are thinking?
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. – Sansa Stark
I painted it black.