Stop posting about Bakemonogatari in my Aoi Hana posts, you faggots.

“Who are you?” the little prince asked. “You’re very pretty…”
“I’m a fox,” the fox said.
“Come and play with me,” the little prince proposed. “I’m feeling so sad.”
“I can’t play with you,” the fox said, “I’m not tamed.”
“Ah! Excuse me,” said the little prince. But upon reflection he added, “What does tamed mean?”
…”It’s something that’s been too often neglected. It means ‘to create ties’…”
“To create ties?”
“That’s right,” the fox said. “For me you’re only a little boy just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you have no need of me, either. For you I’m only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, we’ll need each other. You’ll be the only boy in the world for me. I’ll be the only fox in the world for you…”
“I’m beginning to understand,” the little prince said. “There’s a flower… I think she’s tamed me…”

…And that was how the little prince tamed the fox. And when the time to leave was near;
“Ah!” the fox said. “I shall weep.”
“It’s your own fault,” the little prince said. “I never wanted to do you any harm, but you insisted that I tame you…”
“Yes, of course,” the fox said.
“But you’re going to weep!” said the little prince.
“Yes, of course,” the fox said.
“Then you get nothing out of it?”
“I get something,” the fox said, “Because of the color of the wheat.” Then he added, “Go look at the roses again. You’ll understand that yours is the only rose in all the world. Then come back and say good-bye, and I’ll make you the gift of a secret.”