гостевая

At this point, Stanley’s obsession with this room bordered on creepy and reflected poorly on his overall personality. It’s possible that this is why everyone left.

база данных

If there was an answer, a meaning, would it make you any happier?

приём анкет

This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive.

принятые

The pain of your absence is sharp and haunting, and I would give anything not to know it; anything but never knowing you at all (which would be worse).

настоящее

I can see why you’d wanna tear that particular statue down. Clearly, you’re illiterate, and the image of me enjoying a good book just makes your head hurt somethin' awful.

прошлое

You've gotten a lot farther than you should have, but then you haven't met Frank Horrigan either. Your ride's over mutie. Time to die.

альтернатива

We don’t have anything to talk about anymore. Every combination of words has been played out. The atoms don’t form us anymore: us, our love, our unborn daughters…

post scriptum

Darkness called... But I was on the phone, so I missed him. I tried to *69-Darkness, but his machine picked up. I yelled "Pick up the phone, Darkness!," but he ignored me. Darkness must have been screening his calls.

реклама

Excitement ages quickly. And I fear, if we set out in search of new fun, you’ll tire of me, and then I’ll be alone.

партнеры

You have merely glimpsed the edge of the abyss, but it is enough to trigger the cycle of revelation. Now, like me, you will begin to see things as they truly are...