You are what you love, not who loves you.
I'm a wanderess I'm a one night stand Don't belong to no city Don't belong to no man (Note: These lyrics were inspired by Roman Payne's quote from his novel "The Wanderess".)
You choke my throat With words of wonder You make it hard to breathe Your love's so cold Just like an arrow Pierced through my skin I bleed
I'd rather have fun, being young and being dumb, than be saved a spot in heaven
There is a difference between being mad and being surrounded by retards.
You`ll wondering why aren`t you born in Japan if you think you`re an Otaku
La diferencia entre el "normal" y el "loco" es de grado, no de forma.
Sweet serenity; the love and magic of two souls forever intertwined
who did I think we were. who did I think I could make you. this is the oldest mistake, to confuse wanting with magic. silence is the undoing of every spell, and we are experts in the unsaid. even now, I forget to put us in past tense. as if the air i...
You should never turn down the offer of another man’s story,’ the fox persisted, moving off a little further into the trees ahead. ‘Stories are the only thing that separates us from the animals after all.
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I can make you feel, and I can scare you for real. -Misty Lee
your mother is the longest magic show you will ever see no one knows how her face is target practice for her partner and a shield for her children how she makes a mouthful of blood disappear erases bruises hardens teeth how she wakes up and dresses h...
I believe that love, like magic, casts its own spell of enchantment.
The archetype of the witch is long overdue for celebration. Daughters, mothers, queens, virgins, wives, et al. derive meaning from their relation to another person. Witches, on the other hand, have power on their own terms. They have agency. They cre...
The greatest peril of life lies in the fact that human food consists entirely of souls. All the creatures that we to kill and eat, all those that we have to strike down and destroy to make clothes for ourselves, have souls, souls that do not perish w...
Every little thing she does is magic.
Something soft turn to stone within her. She had no choice. She had to fight. She had to win. She would learn. And then she'd free them. Or join them.
What do you think of all this, darlin’? Will you be my soul mate?
Hey. My life’s not all about weird little creatures pretending to be teddy bears.” From Tribe of the Teddy Bear.
You belong with us, the lost of the lost, the tribe without a home, a tribe of orphans living our abandoned lives amid toys and trinkets, stuffed monkeys and bears. You’re one of us now—the Tribe of the Teddy Bear.” From Tribe of the Teddy Bear
