Where there is life, there is hope.

Trust works both ways

Best friends make the worst enemies, they know all your secrets and how to hurt you the most.

Haven's warm, clammy palms press hard against my cheeks as the tarnished edge of her silver skull ring leaves a smudge on my skin.

But why didn't you just ask me?" I set down my fork and glare at her. "Because you were sleeping," She says, taking a sip if Chardonnay. "I was taking a nap, Mom. It wasn't intended to be some kind of Disney fairy-tale hundred-year snooze.

As above, so below, as within, so without.

She's kind of a, well, you know, a B with an itch.