How we lie to ourselves when we've fallen in love with the wrong man.
Chill out, relax and have an open mind.
Sometime I wish the aliens would abduct me and crown me as their leader.
Bigfoot may well be an extraterrestrial, because. . . remember Chewbacca?
I don't believe in coincidences.
Regardless of what Einstein had come up with, it is very possible that a few hundred years into the future some scientist comes up with something that they have spotted in the universe that we have no idea exists today.
I wonder if Chupacabras are. . . baby Mothmen?
Even when love isn't enough. . . somehow it is.
She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.
'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
I haven't forgotten what it was like to be a kid; especially a misunderstood one