Anytime you feel love for anything, be it stone, tree, lover, or child, you are touched by the Goddess's magick.

Please, ground, just open up and let me fall into an endless crevasse till I hit the center of the earth and combust. Please. Is that too much to ask?

What would it be like to care so little about what other people thought of you?

But I also meant that loving someone really opening your heart to them is just asking to have your heart smashed and handed back to you in little pieces.

No, officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? OH. My bad." -Nastasya

At that moment I remembered something Cal had told me: that there is beauty in darkness in everything. Sorrow in joy, life and death, thorns on the rose. I knew then that I could not escape pain and torment any more than I could give up joy and beauty

My sister thought about it for a few moments. "Well, that's boring," she said finally. "Why can't you read porn of something fun that I could borrow?" I laughed. "Maybe later.