My boyfriends are all more romantic than I am, and so are my lovers.

You smell of other peoples blood, ma petite. It was no one you know. -Jean Claude and Anita

In chains and darkness, wherefore should I stay, And mourn in prison, while I keep the key.

All I really wanted to do was cuddle back under the blankets, maybe with a certain stuffed toy penguin I knew. Yeah, hiding sounded good.

Be nice, be nice, until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

Nothing is more appealing than a handsome man who is also uncertain of himself.

Your heart is not a wound to be poked at to see if the scab is ready to come off. You can be healed of that very old pain, if you’ll just let it happen. (Marianne)