Be friends with me, be friends with me, be friends with me.

Her shoes are the color of coconut milk.

Peter Hale's madness is responded to by his own darkness, frozen inside.

These sunny days are frankly boring.

It seems to Hermione that at twenty-three, Malfoy has absolutely every one of those frilly, smooth strands of gray hair.

Kulin’s blood cannot be fucked up in a fight and cannot be burned out with bitter tequila, mamacita. Warning: strong language.

Nothing is as simple as it seems at the beginning.

Annoyance has the scent of Dorian Pavus.

His father was a cop. Yes, very strange things, because cops don't have bad children.

He wants to ride off into the sunset with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a thick, stinking cigar in the other. He's so fucked up by everything that ther...

By the way, about her - about the life of Danny Williams. Fastfic. Drunkard. Written on my knee. Not a single line on a sober head. Brutally not safe.<...

They are friends.