Love is...

... savage and cruel and it shines like destruction.

Or at least, I've always found it to be so.

I usually deal with it by shrieking like a little girl, thrashing helplessly against the bonds and frantically begging for forgiveness. I guess everyone has their own way, huh?

 

 

 

 

She shouldn't worry about a thing. He's really good at toppling over onto his side.

 

 

 

Yes, I suppose that would be very special.

 

 

 

Well, that's a bit last-minute isn't it?   Honestly - that Raoul!  He does make me cross sometimes, he really does.

 

 

Letting daylight in on industrial light and magic.