restrictions create frustrations!
She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.
She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.
Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.
Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star.
She knocked and waited, because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead someplace quite different.
Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.
There are people whom one should like very well to drop, but would not wish to be dropped by.
Amis is a force unto himself There is, quite simply, no one else like him.
The best advice I was given if that if you want to succeed and you want to achieve, you have to learn how to handle failures.
The universe is in change, life is an opinion.