You Can’t Give Your Heart To A

And In This Moment, Like A Swift Intake Of Breath, The Rain Came.

I'm Very Scared, Buster. Yes, At Last. Because It Could Go On Forever. Not Knowing What's Yours Until You've Thrown It Away.

When I Make Fried Chicken I Always Serve Masses And Masses Of Fresh Mangos. It's A Great Combination.

It Is The Want To Know The End That Makes Us Believe In God, Or Witchcraft, Believe, At Least, In Something

I Don't Want To Own Anything Until I Find A Place Where Me And Things Go Together.