Zan Cherokee Rose
Something about this dream felt....weird...not quite...right. Like, I wasn't myself, like a piece of me was missing, never to be found again. I tilted my head down, and began to walk away, away from all the fighting. A deep depression had hit me. Did I forget o take my meds this morning? Eh, I think I need to just vent for a little while. "Fine. Whatever, rip each other's throats out. Just know, if either of you ever need my help, don't expect me to notice your existence. I'm so effing done with all the fighting. I just want some damned peace...Is that too much to ask for in a dream?" I said, softly, but not quietly. Silber walked beside me, turning back one last time to glare and snarl at Vincent and the reaper.
Be fantastic, Kill walkers, Tame creatures, Allon-sy!
Driver picks the music shotgun shuts his cakehole
What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low sodium freaks. I found a liquor store and I drank it. Am I The only one zen around here? INTJ-T. Slytherin.