Cassie was not a screamer! She didn't scream at football games or on rollercoaster rides or at scary horror movies. Not that rollercoaster rides and scary movies didn't make her want to. But she just controlled the urge. Always. So she didn't even re...
Cassie - She loved reading romances - contemporary stuff. She wasn't into fantasy. No fairytale princess and prince stories. No vampires. No werewolves. No immortal fae.
Entonces, mi padre y yo nos mirábamos en silencio. El silencio siempre fue la conversación más apasionada entre mi padre y yo.
Dije que sí, aunque sin convicción. Qué cobarde me sentí. Y poco tiempo después, cuántas cosas aprendí a decir y a silenciar, aunque no coincidieran con mis sentimientos. En aquellos momentos aún no habia salido de mi timida inocencia.
Contraviniendo consejos abrí el balcón de la sala, solo para oler la cercanía del bosque. Para mi nunca seria peligroso. Pese a las advertencias recibidas, el bosque seguia siendo en mi imaginación y en mis sentimientos el único mundo habitable.
She entered the place of her dreams along a much traveled path and returned treading very carefully in order not to shatter the tenuous visions against the harsh light of consciousness.
Gavin, I can’t talk to you here. People will call me crazy." My imaginary friend smirked. "But you’re already talking to me." "Well, I have to stop." His smirk grew cocky. "I doubt you can resist." And he was right. There was nothing I wanted mor...
I made a sorry face in response to such strong insistence, but I couldn’t believe him. Fantasies were exactly that..…..fantasies. Whimsy. Wishes. Mere castles in the sky without foundation or substance. Dreams didn’t come true. To believe so wo...
He thought he was walking along a dusty road that showed white in the gathering darkness of a summer night. Whence and whither it led, and why he traveled it, he did not know, though all seemed simple and natural, as is the way in dreams; for in the ...
Until you've got your mouth full of cocaine, you don't know what kissing is. One kiss goes on from phase to phase like one of those novels by Balzac and Zola and Romain Rolland and D. H. Lawrence and those chaps. And you never get tire. You're on fou...
She it is, she, that found me In the morphia honeymoon; With silk and steel she bound me In her poisonous milk she drowned me, Even now her arms surround me
Outside the bus the smell of sulphur hit Bond with sickening force. It was a horrible smell, from somewhere down in the stomach of the world.
I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then...
God could learn a little about love and morality from us. If there’s anyone who needs redemption, it’s God.
I think it’s weird how vanilla people just jump into a bed and fuck and don’t ever relish the moment, don’t talk to each other about what works and what doesn’t. So many people just expect sex to happen, but really great sex takes work, like ...
Maybe she should stop reading those damn romance novels. They were giving her crazy expectations.
p.s.: I know you're rolling your eyes right now, but I don't care. Honestly, it's always kind of been a turn on.
Faith as the state of being ultimately concerned implies love, namely, the desire and urge toward the reunion of the seperated.
Ah, but it is an interesting thing, that these things can so seldom be proved. If I were to perform some piece of, hrmf, magic for you, here in this room, you would claim a thousand ways it could have been done. Indeed, those ways might be exceedingl...
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
You and your sister are very dear to each other. To show your regard, you give each other lovely bouquets of lies.
