I donated my body to science. Except it was against my will.
Vampires can’t procreate, but we love to try.
There’s no such thing as a bad idea! Only poorly executed awesome ones.
Take it from me: Strange is bad, dead is worse.
Our life is one big proverbial coin toss.
If you’re gonna be bad, be bad with purpose.
Play nice. Or I’m gonna revisit the deep, dark well idea.
I know I said it doesn’t bother me that you have a psychic connection to your ex-boyfriend, but I don’t need the play by the play.
I do believe in killing the messenger. Why? Because it sends a message.
How is it even when you’re dead you’re the bane of my existence?