For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night

Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors... Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat... What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves? I think I know.

I've been completely fascinated with history because it tells everything about what's going to happen next because it's cyclical, everything repeats in general.

He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.

I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.

We will paste upon the curled pages words Like charming and romantic and sentimental Forgetting that charming is witchcraft Romantic is love And sentiment is what makes us human

Your stockings prove your virtues. Be certain they are clean and free of tears.