God's voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering breezes.
I want people to get out of that nasty habit of needing a label. Every genre for each song is different.
Eternally repeating that cycle of death and rebirth, an existence such as this. . . truly, mine is what may be called a 'perfect existence'!
I tell the truth through music. Other people tend to catch on and agree with my truth and it turns out we are all really similar.
If you stepped out of bounds, or you stepped out of your tumbling path and didn't stick it. By the time you're done, you can count your own damn deductibles to know what your score is about to be. But this is completely different, it's so subjective. There are so many variables that don't make sense. You can't quantify someone's emotional connection to what you feel.
I’ve kissed death a thousand times before
I wear boxers all the time. I don't really move like a girl. I mean, unless it's time for me to get dressed or something.
Well I've written four beauty books as well.
Dominants often make excellent submissives. They know the rules of the game.
Sometimes snakes can’t slough. They can’t burst their old skin. Then they go sick and die inside the old skin, and nobody ever sees the new pattern. It needs a real desperate recklessness to burst your old skin at last. You simply don’t care what happens to you, if you rip yourself in two, so long as you do get out.
Her lips were like large crimson polyps.