Every act intends some good.
He kissed her. And she kissed him. And it was infatuation, and it was hunger, and it was longing to be loved, and it was an all-consuming fire so hot it devoured worry and loneliness and fear and time and being and thought itself. They kissed, embrac...
We're victims of our own refined tastes.
This world has only two kinds of people: villains and smiling villains.
