I only know how to go too far

Bryce Yan

“To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the Devil his due.” – Hob Gadling, toasting Lord Shaper over a bottle of Chateau Lafitte 1828

dream

She is dead. You are alive. So live.

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