“They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!”
― C. JoyBell C.
“How do I look?” Rose asked Aunty Maria, twirling around again for good measure. She wore a tight leather skirt and a black skin-tight V neck halter top. It was entirely backless with a thin black strip of material running across her lower back. "My legs don't look chunky in this, right?"
She'd always been sensitive
