Everything is safely stored in the Archives
Evil is charming and beautiful. It asks for one small compromise after another until it whittles you down.
...How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…
Heaven’s not a place that you go when you die—it’s that moment in life when you actually feel alive..
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map