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Archimedes <33

How hard we strive for happiness, and once we finally have the elusive feeling in our grasp, we hold it briefly, like water as it trickles through our fingers. I don’t want to hold water. I want to hold something heavy and solid. Something I can understand. I understand sadness, and so I trust it. We are meant to feel sadness, if only to protect us from the brief spiels of happiness.

Sadness is an emotion you can trust. It is stronger than all of the other emotions. It makes happiness look fickle and untrustworthy. It pervades, lasts longer, and replaces the good feelings with such an eloquent ease you don’t even feel the shift until you are suddenly wrapped in its chains.

I'll never be her first.
But one day I'll be her last.

OMG. Klaus, is that you?

Finally making some progress on this one!

Sadly, I'm not really feeling this one either :(

Very intriguing.

I am bored. This is boring.

"You! Troll!" Sevro shouts. "I'm a terrorist warlord! Stop throwing me. You made me drop my candy!" Sevro looks at the floor of the hallway. "Wait. Where is it? Dammit, Ragnar. Where is my peanut bar? You know how many people I had to kill to get that? Six! Six!"

This first part has been so hard to read ;_; Thank god for Sevro <333

He shoots Augustus in the chest. Augustus crumples backward as his Praetors gasp. “That’ll show him to not wear his armor to galas. Now!” Fitchner smiles. “Who can I reason with?”
“Me.” The Jackal takes a step forward. “I am heir to this house.”
“Hmm … pass! You’re creepy.”
He shoots the Jackal in the chest with the stunFist.

Hehe, never not funny.

Making it in Hollywood is the most disgusting phrase in the English language. It's more disturbing than prolific serial killer and rare terminal illness.

Oh, Joe. How I've missed you.

I was enjoying this enough when it was just Hook around, but Pan is annoying af. Bored now.

The fox licked at the tears and then grew more confused. There was no scent of blood. He squirmed out of the boy's arms to inspect his human more carefully, alarmed that he could have failed to notice an injury, although his sense of smell was never wrong. No, no blood; not even the under-skin pooling of a bruise or the marrow leak of a cracked bone.