I Give Good Advice. I Do Not

Self-doubt Is A Self-fulfilling Prophecy.

He Made A Small Sigh, As He Swallowed The First Blood, Then His Mouth Closed Over My Earlobe, Mouth Working At The Wound, Tongue Coaxing Blood From The Wound. He Pressed His Body The Length Of Mine, One Hand Cupping My Turned Head, The Other Playing Down The Line Of My Body. Maybe It Was Just Blood, But I Never Stroked My Steak While Eating It.

We Aren't The Good Guys, Anita. We're The Necessary Guys. -edward

Not Knowing A Thing Is Not Ignorance. Feigning Knowledge You Don't Have Can Be--sholto

No Such Thing As A Hard Woman, Memphis,just Soft Men. With That, I Turned, And The Others Followed Me.