I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd

Morois Are Born..but Strigois Are Made..!

Different Time, Different Place,” I Said. “things Can Change. People Can Change.

I’m Not Dangerous,” I Breathed. He Brought His Face Toward Mine. “you Are To Me.” And Somehow, Against All Reason, We Were Kissing.

Once When I Was Ninth Grade I Had To Write A Paper On A Poem. One Of The Lines Was"if Your Eyes Weren't Open You Wouldn't Know The Difference Between Dreaming And Waking' It Hadn't Meant Meant Much To Me At The Time. After All There'd Been A Guy In The Class That I Liked So How Could I Be Expected To Pay Attention To Literary Analysis? Now Three Year Later I Understand The Poem Perfectly.

You Make Learning Fun. Like A Children’s Book Or After School Special. Tell Me About Your…um, Athenian Women.