I challenge a man to a duel before allowing him near me, and then I take an arrow, dip it in poison, and drive it straight through his heart...But that's on a good day...when I purr and feel delightfu...
Sometimes, despite how your heart feels, you have to do what you must in order to get the result you need. When it's impossible to walk away then you need to make it hurt and they will walk away for y...
The agony of the empath is feeling their pain but being unable to save them from it.
She was told it was magnetism that kept them engaged, and how do you separate magnets? You force them apart.
Some people are far more cognizant than others but sensitivity has its own cross to bear and ample insight, in many cases, can bring on disquietude.
If I never shed a tear or wondered what happened to someone I actually loved, what makes you believe I'd think twice about you, someone I never even cared for?
Is it me you're describing, or yourself?
Suffer" he commanded seductively. "With me...or because of me.
Why weren't we born in the same era?" he lamented. She eased past him neither here nor there, looked over her shoulder and whispered, "How mundane and cliche would that be?
I shall not be defined by what I have suffered but how I have endured them.
The only stirrups I like are on a saddle.
Just following orders' is no excuse unless you're in the bedroom.
The air is cold and dusk has descended. In the distance lightning flickers and a far away rumble of thunder awakens my thoughts and makes me remember.
Who knows you more...your friend or your enemy? It's your enemy that pursues with passion while your friend engages at leisure.
The easiest way to get rid of bitterness is to spit it out. The easiest way to forget something noxious is to flush it. The easiest way to move on is to erase everything, and I do mean everything.
Not only are the poorest people the most generous but they don't expect anything in return, least of all recognition from others by means of showing off or posting a humble brag like so many from aver...
Connecting with someone is not necessarily a bond with a significant other, or even a friend, but can be the indefinable - perhaps the rarest and most precious thing in life to find at all.
First bathrooms, now cars. At least people are wearing their seat belts.
She's not ashamed of loving, although those she's loved are few in number; it was/is sweet and true. She's only ashamed she used love as an excuse.
They say love inspires. Guess what inspires more? An enemy.