Too many cold, hungry nights had taught her a special kind of practicality, but in that moment, she believed in his magic.

Everybody will get their wants, when they heartily want.

I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories' grave. It is JanuaryAnd I am tired of being brave.

Price ain't merely about numbers. It's a satisfying sacrifice.

How do I think different from the Crowd??I just watch different stuff, different from the crowd this put's me in problems which are different than the crowd Problems!

I feel something hot and violent writhing in my stomach. I want to hurt them. I stare at my eyes in the mirror. I want so, so I will.