Their eyes locked. They could see into each other's souls. This was why she had been born.
Oxford WhispersTheir eyes locked. They could see into each other's souls. This was why she had been bored.
Oxford WhispersDeath is our constant companion, and it is death that gives each person's life its true meaning.
The PilgrimageFor the time being—”He emphasized each word. “I’ll be the only one climbing through your window.
Play With MeWhat girls do to each other is beyond description. No Chinese torture comes close.
Tori Amos: Piece by Piece