She wasn’t always a pillar of ice. Her warmth and good deeds were repaid with deceit and betrayal until little by little a chill took over.

[From a New York Times biography from May 27, 2010 entitled Introduction to Simone de Beauvoir’s ‘The Second Sex’]Beauvoir herself was as devout an atheist as she had once been a Catholic, and she dismisses...

But what was good tween us must have been nothing but bodies, she say. Cause I don’t know the Albert that don’t dance, can’t hardly laugh, never talk bout nothing, beat you and hid your...

Trustful people are the pure at heart, as they are moved by the zeal of their own trustworthiness.

In the abundance of men’s incredible promises, there’s an equal abundance of deceit

Would you dare to reach inside the vault of a feral heart?Glare into the keyhole, eyes bound with intrigue…is it real what we perceive? or does the absent colour leave you lost or decieved?

Anything someone gets conned into will never be that great.