I do a lot of ceramics.
Intelligence in the cat is underrated.
A mouse in the paws is worth two in the pantry.
Undeveloped, the whole thing,tossed into a box before we really had a chance to know what we had, and that's why we broke up.
I'm selling my soul to Hollywood Records. I love you like a love song baby, a sinful, miracle, lyrical. He ate my soul. He's Lucifer. I'm torn I'm selling my soul to the rhythm because I'm become so possessed with the music he plays. I chose a path and I'm not looking back.
The dense and godly wear consistency as a flower, the imaginative fling it joyfully behind them.
Fire isn’t good or bad. It just burns.