[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 shallow, superficial romance, where the top priority was how beautiful a person was on the outside.

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 with that, if you like a person, you like the person, not their genitals.

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 the picture, and that was a problem.

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 had to comply.A little bit of kink was one of the most delicious of erotic pleasures. Catholic school girls were...

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 in Twue Wuv.

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, your pleasure. Because it was all about the pleasure of the other person take, take, taking whatever they wanted from...

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 or characters, but pretty girls with fat asses and nice tits.

[Ever been kissed?]Of course–Describe it–Why?–I want to know if you’veEver 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 the blessing of his recording company and the financial investors behind his brand.

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, really? I think all they do is project a limited and harmful image of people. It thus impedes a broader...

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 to meetWhat about our own two feet.Sullen faces like slates of grey…What I’d see most anyday.

My arms would be wrapped around him like angels’ wings.

Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long.Good things come to those who wait.

She felt the cold blast from the sterile air conditioning on her bare arms and thighs, as she ambled down the center of the shopping complex’s ground floor.The scene was a swirl of candy bright lights–the Victoria’s Secret fuchsia signboard, signboards which lured one to purchase “confidence,” or “sexual appeal,” or whatever it was that...

What’s the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you’re so ugly on the inside?

Quando qualcuno ti ama, il modo in cui pronuncia il tuo nome è differente. Sai che il tuo nome è al sicuro nella sua bocca.

Be patient. Your skin took a while to deteriorate. Give it some time to reflect a calmer inner state. As one of my friends states on his Facebook profile: “The true Losers in Life, are not those who Try and Fail, but those who Fail to Try.

and you play with knives…

I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.

Adrian had always found it amusing that a guy could be drilling Stacia up her ass while she considered herself to be a virgin. Her intent had been to present herself as such when she found “Mr. Right.

Please, touch me, I pray.

All I wanted was to share myself with him…in a love way, lust way, every kind of way.

When our emotional health is in a bad state, so is our level of self-esteem. We have to slow down and deal with what is troubling us, so that we can enjoy the simple joy of being happy and at peace with ourselves.