Come with me. No time to explain.

That raw ache for another arty soul.

They're so electric in Dazzledorf.

Form is temporary, class is permanent.

Tragedy in hope.

What beautiful battlefields you are.

It's your faults that I'm interested in.

In the best conversations, you don't even remember
what you talked about, only how it felt.

Your heart will never lie to you; that's your mind's job.

You deserve a wild love from a gentle soul.