Vronsky saw nothing and no one. He felt himself as a king, not because she had made an impression on Anna-he did not yet believe that-but because the impression she had made on him gave him happiness and pride.

We are souls, eternal and perfect, captains of our mystic ships: gods and goddesses of our universe. We are beautiful, we pearls of grit. We, the ember of everything. Our uniqueness IS what makes us special, and the expression of it is our gift to the rest of us. In order to feel happy and fulfilled, we must honour our own personal brand of creativity... let it out into the world... BE who we came here to BE.

I'm not leaving until you stop crying" he stated pulling me down so we were now laying on my bed facing each other

Foxy, you made me blow a load in my jeans.

Spread, Foxy. Show me that sweet spot.

Christ, you have a body made for sin.