Love is magic in its rawest form.

Repetition opens doors, you know?

There are no miracles on Mondays.

There are no miracles on Mondays.

Reading is where the magic happens

That's the Wildcat I remember.

Love is a spell created by mortals

Forget about weird Boy and move on

Splendor was the decree of the day.

Fuck me, I thought. I can do magic.

Fuck me, I thought. I can do magic.

Slicker than snot on a door handle.

And magic exists to break the rules.

Books are a uniquely portable magic.

Desire is often the greatest poison.