A fit, healthy body—that is the best fashion statement

transformed” her into a cheerleader by the end of the show. I was just wondering: what if she liked field hockey better?

But the insane need to do it was stronger than the sense of whether it was a wrong or right thing to do.

Sex parties, alcohol and drugs lost their appeal to Sven after a while. Music never did, in his continual search for that sober connection–intimacy with one person over a long period of time, as opposed...

My inner goddess confirms that staring at a beautiful/rich/powerful face is the basis of True Love.

Having random sex the way Tania did sounded kinda…hollow. I didn’t want to live in a Hollowland.

Nin knew how much humans loved money, riches, and material things—though he never really could understand why. The more technologically advanced the human species got, the more isolated they seemed to become, at the same...

The whole thing becomes like this evil enchantment from a fairy tale, but you’re made to believe the spell can never be broken.

They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.

It reached a point where the paranoia was getting to me. Everywhere I looked, it seemed like people were hanging out, wanting to date, hooking up, wanting to hook up—it was relationships, relationships, relationships everywhere....

I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?

They seemed to be together as one, somewhere else in a place that was lighter than air.

[novan]: bassists are very good with their fingers[novan]: and some of us sing backup vocals, so that means we’re good with our mouths too…(~ IM chat with Novan Chang, 18, bassist)

It was a soulless gaze, burning with a wild hatred that shouldn’t be there in anyone who could call themselves a parent.

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.

your loved one” I think it’s quite stupid. I hate this commercialism. It’s all artificial, and has nothing to do with real love.

There’s more to the erotic life than explicitness.

Anya looked upon Nin admirably. Having him as a partner-in-crime—if only on this one occasion, which she hoped would only be the start of something more—was more revitalizing than the cheap thrills of a cookie-cutter...

Killing animals to make a fashion statement = a sickening + cold-blooded vanity.

The townspeople took the prince for deadWhen he never returned with the dragon’s headWhen with her, he stayedShe thought he’d be too afraidBut he loved her too much instead.

Boys don’t cry—or at least that’s what everybody’s supposed to believe.

Last night I was seriously considering whether I was a bisexual or not but I don’t think so though I’m not sure if I’d like to be and argh I don’t think there’s anything wrong...

Because I want to have sex with him–and because that’s sinful–I’m blushing and flushing furiously under his scrutinizing scrutiny.

Hypocrites get offended by the truth.

Hate was the other side of love, wasn’t it? That’s what passion was like with her—to the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. We traveled to heaven and hell together. Earth wasn’t in...

Tie me up, please…” Chantal said. They looked above at some vines and roots hanging down from the grassy area above the depression in the canal they were standing in. She was in his hands—he...

I learned that it’s okay to feel the way I do: that my life has no meaning unless I have a boyfriend. A real man is like the perfect vampire-boy and all the perfect guys...

My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.

She was my black rose, a broken angel I could hug and drift away with into peaceful oblivion.

The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.

I knew what it felt like to have no say in who you were as a sexual being. It didn’t just strip away your dignity. It stripped away everything you were: your identity, your self-respect,...

Never mind, said Hachiko each day. Here I wait, for my friend who’s late. I will stay, just to walk beside you for one more day.

Alice is fictional. This isn’t.

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

Real love, real friends, real body parts…

He felt a little lost, after that experience. Lost as the girls on their knees. It was a never-ending story of young girls losing themselves, such that they were no longer humans with any souls...

Ever been kissed? Of course. Describe it. Why? I want to know if you’ve ever seen Heaven.

He knows how to market himself well. Nowadays, that’s all that seems to count. He’s rebellious in a way that appeals to people with vain, shallow taste. So of course he manipulates his audiences with...

People are sheep. TV is the shepherd.

I suppose it’s not a social norm, and not a manly thing to do — to feel, discuss feelings. So that’s what I’m giving the finger to. Social norms and stuff…what good are social norms,...

I didn’t know if I should put my faith in God or Satan. Was there really a difference at the end of the day, when we were all going to be dead souls anyway?

Follow your heart, Ithilnin,” Albirich repeated. “Time is precious. Don’t waste it living someone else’s life.

Then he gave me a sweet kiss as if I was his one and only lover.

When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.

It’s weird, marriage. It’s like this license that gives a person the legal right to control their spouse / their ‘other half.

The words marriage and divorce were always used together, like they went hand in hand together.

The human body is the best work of art.

You can never have too much money.

[Poem: Slates of Grey]Sullen faces like slates of grey—What I’d seen on a walk today.Bodies rushing bodies boltingTime for life a disregarding.Money to make and to grow oldWhat about the hands to hold?Deadlines, projects, people...