Valentin/Stereotypes

Family, tried and true. Sometimes you are not always the most clear of folk, but if you were, that wouldn't be half as fun.

Secrets and stories and the greatest of all beauties, these are the cat's things to bear.

We, each of us, have different stories. Some of us are dead and gone, and some of us need the world to believe we are.

The world's wonders are at our fingertips, but are we miracle workers or children entranced by a glowing, red stove?

You try, I know, but you will never understand. Perhaps, someday, you'll understand that you need not work alone. For animals so bonded to your social structures, you would think you would know this by now.

Could you just not, for like, five minutes?

Where once there was purpose, you know only hunger.

...Uh... What... What if not?

The idea that there might be faeries left in this world might be a very shiny piece of hope to cling to.

There are stories of what you can do it, and it is terrible. Yet still, I'm more inclined to pity than anything else. What is a world with no light like?

Ghosts? I'm sure they're real, but I've never met one. Would be terribly interesting, though.

You are kidding me, right? Look, there have to be some things that actually are just stories.

I am sorry.