It’s about time we get ready for something around here.
She was pretending to be a crow. She told me that crows liked the smoke. “Yay, Fire! Go Fire!” she cheered loudly as we crossed the street, choking.
Who were you meant to be, and why?
When there is no place left to go, you will find me there.
A structure of power which exists only to perpetuate its own existence.
Sometimes a long time just isn’t long enough.