Hey guys! *tries once again to revive brain, but to no avail* I'd make some sort of sarcastic comment, but my brain refuses to comply. This is what happens when you sleep too much...
Veni. Vidi. Vici.
People are made of places. They carry with them hints of jungles or mountains, a tropic grace or the cool eyes of sea-gazers. -EB
When your heart gets pierced with arrows, don't rip them out and pierce those around you in retribution for your hurt. You'll only unnecessarily wound others and bleed to death yourself. — LadyMysterio
