House: Universe always settles the score
Cuddhy: Does it?
House: No. But it should.
We built these fences with our hands, in time we’ll tear them down again and start over
...Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map