A fit, healthy body—that is the best fashion statement
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.
All I wanted was to share myself with him…in a love way, lust way, every kind of way.
Friends are the family you choose (~ Nin/Ithilnin, Elven rogue).
I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?
If money’s the god people worship, I’d rather go worship the devil instead.
The laws governed people’s happiness. To be lawless was to be happy.
There’s more to the erotic life than explicitness.
Killing animals to make a fashion statement = a sickening + cold-blooded vanity.
Boys don’t cry—or at least that’s what everybody’s supposed to believe.
My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.
Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.
Ever been kissed? Of course. Describe it. Why? I want to know if you’ve ever seen Heaven.