I thought Bobby, then realized he is more the uncle dude.
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Supernatural 2: Why is it our job to save everybody?
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P.M. Marc - May 05, 2009 3:43:03 pm PDT #2114 of 30002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Marcia - May 05, 2009 3:51:54 pm PDT #2115 of 30002
Kneel before Glod. ~Stephen Colbert
Anne, I know where your cube is.
Anne W. - May 05, 2009 3:57:18 pm PDT #2116 of 30002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
whistles innocently
Amy - May 05, 2009 3:58:55 pm PDT #2117 of 30002
Because books.
You're all very disturbed.
::clutches boys to chest MORE::
SuziQ - May 05, 2009 4:07:18 pm PDT #2118 of 30002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Amy is greedy.
Amy - May 05, 2009 5:35:42 pm PDT #2119 of 30002
Because books.
Amy is greedy.
I will totally share!
But only with you.
Beverly - May 05, 2009 5:39:53 pm PDT #2120 of 30002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
And me, right?
P.M. Marc - May 05, 2009 6:32:52 pm PDT #2121 of 30002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
O RLY???
DO NOT BOGART.
Lee - May 05, 2009 8:02:05 pm PDT #2122 of 30002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
You people are silly.
P.M. Marc - May 05, 2009 8:32:16 pm PDT #2123 of 30002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I have just one thing to say to you, Missy Miss.
HONK.