You can't go forward if you're looking backward. You run into walls that way.

Assume' makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'.

I wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair, and I was afraid it might be construed as a flirtatious invitation to color me bloodier.

I'd learned a thing or two. Hope strengthens. Fear kills.

If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.

I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn’t deserve white, and I was sick of black.

Omnipotent not omniscient. We are frequently blinded by how much we see.