He who wishes to preserve, often destroys, so that virtue seems vice, and vice seems virtue.
The Women of the CaesarsI cannot breathe, or see, nor swim, My darkness is composed of him.
Wishing Stars: Space Opera FairytalesIf one has never known freedom, it is easy to be blind to the gridirons composing one's cell.
Wishing Stars: Space Opera FairytalesSome things are not supposed to be forgotten; these are the things which make us human.
Wishing Stars: Space Opera FairytalesI think I might have secretly wished for you to exist all my life but never knew how to admit it.
WantinGod is not a granter of wishes. God is a ruthless bitch.
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail