I hate you. I hate you. I do. I hate that. you're the one who can. make me feel gorgeous. with just just a flick of your finger. it is that easy. . yes there was a time.
The deafening sound of silence. Silence the siren between us. Now I drink back the past. Back to our wedding day. We'd hang onto every. Word that the other would say.
He is not a weatherman. But his bride lies with the land. And she will whisper to him. I'll be dressing up in snow. Cloaked in echo, it's almost. As if only Nature knows.
Matthew, Mark, John, and Luke. (This is the day of reckoning). Mamma looks to you for truth. (With the heart of Saint Catherine). No need to apologize.
Trouble needs a home girls,. trouble needs a home.. She fell out with Satan,. now she's on the run.. But I have found her quite straightforward. in her contracts and her deals.
Selkie unzips her skin, finally determined. Through a window in the dark, there he sits all alone. . I've been waiting on the love of my life to find.
if you see Rose Dover. that's her secret name. she would meet 3 others. to keep the forest safe. she says "my reality was soon called. Make Believe, imagination's funeral.
Tori: Promise not to say. Tash: that you told me so. Promise not to say. Tori: that I'm getting too old. Tash: Promise not to take. Tori: never take your phone.
So can these shoes take me to. Who I was before. I was stabbing my sticks into. A vulnerable earth. And I can almost outrun you. And those stalking memories.
The Maids of Elfen-mere. Watch over the boy with chestnut hair. And as he dreams about his love for them. They make a vow to protect him. Spinning their song.
You are. Are not just. An invisible boy. But if you want to be one. An invisible boy. . You could go under cover. Make your great escape. Go where only eagles dare go.
Beth and Marlene's pies. with help from Caroline. after just one slice. you can uncover any lie. that's why the NSA. and now the FBI. want to be the ones who control.
The other America. You can find her Sunday. Sitting by a stream. On her own. All alone. The other America. Might show up on Tuesday. At your kitchen door.
Are you telling me it's over disintegrating lost and there's nothing I can do. Before you drop another verbal bomb, can I arm myself. with Cezanne's 16 shades of blue.