I look around at all the candles and, though romantic, can't help but think of them as ironic. Fire. A vampire's worst nightmare. And we chose to light the cabin with it...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I nod and swallow, my wound healing. I sigh, "S'not so bad. S'not like the house is gonna burn down. We just have to stay away from them. S'still romantic."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
You are going to love some of your characters because they are you, or some facet of you, and you are going to hate some characters for the same reason. — Anne Lamott