"No hay mal que dure mil años,
ni cuerpo que lo resista..."
I wish I could do this.
When you wake me up from my slumber.
Stop and smell the roses.
What is considered ‘evil’?
What are you so terrified of anyway?
Why would you ever be scared of a bunch of bones when they’re harmless…
It’s the people you should be scared of. Before they’re dead at all.
…but they do excite me.
"You’re wrong, I’m not crazy. I’m insane."
Mother, do you think they’ll drop the bomb?