Rhiannon’s Law #14: There is a reason the truth hurts. When you cease to feel the sting, it means you’ve stopped caring. And damn, wouldn’t that be a total fucking waste?

The satisfying sound of bone giving way, as well as his outraged cry, made the you-had-it-coming-asshole angles sing.

Who needs immortal strength when you’ve got weapons of mass destruction?

I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable.Is it sickness or is it heartbreak?I can’t tell.The thermometer says I’m normal, but I’m clearly not.

She is like a cat in the darkAnd then she is the darknessShe rules her life like a fine skylarkAnd when the sky is starlessAll your life you’ve never seen a womanTaken by the windWould...