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.
Oh no he didn't
Hold on... There is something different.
Google it. Totally hilarious.