(405):
I DONT HAVE THE SOCIAL SKILLS TO EXPLAIN THAT YOU DIED EATING MY PUSSY

(847):
YOUUUU FUCKING FURRYYYY
(765):
I DIDN’T COME HERE TO BE SLANDERED LIKE THIS

Вавилон 5: Не отступать, не сдаваться
Babylon 5: No Surrender, No Retreat

51/117: Dust to Dust

Do not let it turn you mean.
Do not let it close your mouth.
Do not let it curl your open hands into fists.
Do not let it close you.

(insp.)

Found the original full text of the poem 

To My Son On His Eighteenth Birthday By Eirean Bradley

45/117: The Fall of Night

This is so funny like “oh yes I’ve just gotten out of my shower and I’ve reapplied my makeup including my red lipstick for this Good Sleeping we are going to do ;)”

“Indeed and I’ve spent an hour doing my hair perfectly, ready for that Excellent Slumber”

38/117: And Now For a Word