the meager offerings of reality and the splendor of dreams.

expecto patronum

whose parenthesis are you?

a citadel of light amid vast darkness.

little kingdoms.

muslims: so legalistic we dont get married, we sign contracts :P.

the angel of death comes in sweeps.

carrying on under paled hopes.

many things to be done.  not much to be said.

fist bumped naomi the route 38 bus driver cuz she deals with stalkers like a pro.

somedays nothing can be explained better except by silence.

promises like diamonds through the fire.

grass with tears grow.

not very good at goodbyes.

beaten and in preparation for further misery.

a romantic landscape that looks more like a battlefield.

put down your jewels and pray.

a hijabi cyrano with a mastery of fixing other peoples relationships against her will and amid general apathy of all things romantic.

seas and skies.

depression and neglect.

loss of the tupi and rise of the hijab

ensnared by dreams that wont let go

while our blood runs warm

snatch victory from defeat.

we spend so much time on outsourced that the women's menstrual cycles have fallen in sync.

the film industry is suffering with spikes of glory.  sometimes the suffering and glory happen in the same day.

When a demon loses his immortality to a banshee's curse, he must seek out a fairy sanctioned human sacrifice to get it back.  Unfortunately for him, Angelica Fairweather-Mohammadmajidpurismailzadeh is the human.

Doomans.

hurled from the sky like a falling star.