She listened to him all night and he found her fascinating.
Your heart is the beacon, your heart is the storm. Dare to embrace it; you'll never be torn.
Don't count your check-ins before they cash.
The primary dues a writer or any artist pays is to remain sentient, and to forfeit the illusionary luxury of such anesthetics as avoidance, numbness, and denials.
I became a total yes. We don't even have names anymore.
Cinnamon bites and kisses simultaneously.