Maybe that__ why I was so afraid of Sasha__ love. With him comes the remembering part that I was so good at forgetting.~Piper - 'Breathe Me

And this, my friends, is how love f*cks up your life.

Because When you write about people, you inevitably offend--but if you write about animals, the evil do not recognize themselves but the good understand immediately.

I wish I knew how to get you back. And apparently fate won't let me give up"From Central Park Song: a Screenplay

He__ not yet realized that by giving away nothing but barefaced lies he__ come to wither and rot inside. But she__ still looking for him into the void of his cold heart.

Everything around her was in a fog; the intense light that always shone in his aqua blue eyes was the only thing in focus, but it was suddenly unknown... different... almost embarrassing.