Beauty and joy. Yesterday, I saw some daffodills growing by the side of the road, and I stomped on them, ripped them out, and threw them in the trash just because it was pure and beautiful. I couldn't crush anyone's yesterday dreams, so I decided to murder some plants instead just for the lols.
History or woodworking?
Forget the dead you've left; they will not follow you.
The vagabond who is rapping at your door, is standing in the clothes you once wore.