Lovers die in the test of time, and best friends are lost forever in the sand, but no matter what, their stories live on forever.

You’re so evil; you could dig in your pockets right now and pull out a day pass from Hell.

“Home is where the heart is, honey. And my heart lives on in you.”

When joy and sorrow mix, why do we end up in tears?

My friend called me a snowman today…then he shot me with a hairdryer.

He is playing a song, humming along,
He wants you to join him, in his arms,
So don't dissapoint him; go out to him,
Hey, you!
Your lover is calling out to you,
But it's your choice,
Will you go out to him?