Volt

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago, He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow, Most people looked at him with terror and with fear, But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear.

I have unintentionally fallen in love. But I fear this time, it's not just a simple 'charmed' state...

Hangover... but at the price of BEST WEDDING EVER.

Will be responding to RP's today evening most probably.

So, here I am, what else would you need from me?

I shall soon return from my exile.

Active only in Hurt/Heal war. Otherwise, gone until further notice.

You there! Yes you. Did you know that chat toolbar is back? You did? So why aren't we chatting yet!?

"And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws. And mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours. And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that lord of Castamere. But now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear."

If you're reading this, I say "Thank You" for sparing a few moments of your precious time and appreciating my profile Side, private note: Thanks for the comment, Karna.

Throughout my entire life, there was only one problem in it... Me. There were moments I wished I could erase it. There are moments I wish I could erase it. I wish those moments weren't present in the future. /severely depressed.

Throughout my entire life, there was only one problem in it... Me. There were moments I wished I could erase it. There are moments I wish I could erase it. I wish those moments weren't present in the future. /severly depressed.

*Sigh* Will take care of RP's tomorrow morning. Thou have my word for that, if asked.

*Sigh* Will take care of RP

My head's going to blow... All the pain, suffering, it's like an eternal torture... headaches are nasty... No offense Nasty.

Most interesting, indeed, Mademoiselle, since it is a veritable drama and not an invented tragedy, real sorrows in place of ones that are merely feigned.

"Love is like a Rubix cube, there are countless numbers of wrong twists and turns, but when you get it right, it looks perfect no matter what way you look at it."

If you condemn somepony for something... does this decision automatically condemn you, in tiniest part, in eyes of others? Is conscience such a great force that it denies logic?

Everypony complains how they don't have time. What they don't see, is that time is like a drug. Too much of it, kills.