“You were never destined to become a murderer, Remi. Death shouldn’t make you one.” “Death didn’t. Life did.”
Who told you so, dilly dilly,Who told you so?'Twas my own heart, dilly dilly,That told me so. *** It wasn't like Remi had forgotten about Guthrie. No, definitely not. He still tried to see her as much as he could. Thing was, it wasn't as easy for him as he would've hoped - not only …
Love of my life, you've hurt meYou've broken my heart and now you leave meLove of my life, can't you see?Bring it back, bring it backDon't take it away from me, because you don't knowWhat it means to me. — Freddie Mercury *** "Victoria," a brunette woman starts. Her voice sounds impatient - angry, almost. …
I can't get used to living without, living withoutLiving without you by my sideI don't want to live aloneGod knows, got to make it on my ownSo baby, can't you seeI've got to break free. — Queen *** "I... I can't believe you." Remi was so angry he couldn't even yell. He didn't think he …
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere! and gie's a hand o' thine! And we'll tak' a right gude-willie waught, for auld lang syne. *** If there were one emotion that Remi Greene absolutely, unequivocally hated, it was conflict. Well, he hated conflict in its other definition just as much - had always been one …
May she become a flourishing hidden tree, That all her thoughts may like the linnet be, And have no business but dispensing round Their magnanimities of sound; Nor but in merriment begin a chase, Nor but in merriment a quarrel. Oh, may she live like some green laurel Rooted in one dear perpetual place. — W.B. Yeats, A Prayer for my …
O, never say that I was false of heart,Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.As easy might I from my self departAs from my soul which in thy breast doth lie.That is my home of love; if I have ranged,Like him that travels I return again,Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,So that …
Dear diary? Yeah, this feels stupid... but I was told that writing my feelings down might help open myself up a bit and that's something I desperately need so here goes... I am, in fact, a grown woman. Shut up. I cant complain about the life I'm living, really. Overall it's pretty good, I guess. …
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,and never brought to mind?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,and auld lang syne? And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup!and surely I'll be mine!And we'll tak' a cup o’ kindness yet,for auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes,and pou'd the gowans fine;But we've wander'd mony a weary fit,sin' auld lang …
Once they had secured themselves of a place, Remi and Tori really could not be any happier. They were very, very much in their honeymoon phase and although he would not soon forget that encounter he had had with Grim - he had accepted the fact that the latter would always hold a special place …
Because I could not stop for Death –He kindly stopped for me –The Carriage held but just Ourselves –And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor and my leisure too,For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children stroveAt Recess – in the Ring –We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –We passed the Setting Sun – Or …
Black Sheep 