I study her before nodding and facing forward, "Never prey on the innocent. The horrible people... those who have done wrong... They have the richest blood. It isn't as sweet, as addicting."
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 study him, "Do I look like one of those that cares?" I raise an eyebrow, standing as I smirk, "Feeding on the innocent makes you look younger and more in flexible," I bite my lip, walking to the window again to close the blinds.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening