"I know who you are."
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"
"You're the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more."
"You don't understand weakness the way-"
"You're the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks."
"Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when-"
Coven - The Master Race, Powers OptionalWatch depthRADIUS
The FX Channel has just concluded the highly successful third season of its American Horror Story series.
Each season has featured its own stand-alone storyline, insuring against series stagnation and creating a story competition as the ever-ravenous horror audience eagerly awaits each season’s next outrageous attempt to top the last. Coven, the third entry in the series, a witchcraft genre entry, has not disappointed. Its star, Jessica Lange, was nominated for a Golden Globe. Critical reception, despite the considerable gory fx (envelope-pushing for net
you can't make them love you.He is beautiful, new, unexplored. He has wanted to kiss her ever since they met one week ago and fell prey to helpless chemistry.
Dont, she says, moving her hands in a subconscious yes pattern along his arm as he rubs his cheek against hers. You dont even know my favourite colour. The wind cuts through her thin jacket, and his chest is so warm.
Red, he guesses, improbably correct. His ears are cold.
And how many dogs do I have?
Two, he says, and she laughs wildly at his luck as he nuzzles her neck.
Im trying to save you, she tells him, pushing fruitlessly against his broad shoulders. So you dont wa
Chapter Nine- Pink Ribbon
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild Nights should be
Futile the winds
To a heart in port, --
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart!
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in Thee!
The Atlantic was gentle under the Green Myst. The days moved much slower than the currents. The action seen by the crew was simple, played out time and again and done once more. So it was that now the Green Myst was once again anchored off the coast, and the cargo unloaded down into the swarm of skiffs that came along the side of her.
Jeb slipped from the deck, lowering himself into a waiting skiff. There was a hurry about him as he made way with the rising tide up the mouth of the river and then across to the island. It was a long pull, and Jeb was up to the task.
His skiff was empty. In lieu of cargo, fishing poles lay on the bottom of the oar powered craft, a simple ruse to fool any suspicious patroller
Collection: Ships - Of Voyages Of Destiny
Of Voyages of Destiny: and Fish Fries
As kids, we could never understand why rich people would hang boring paintings of ships side-by-side with their portraits of beloved dead ancestors.
We didn’t understand this was not an admiration of the boat, not like the Porsche poster in my brother’s bedroom. This was about the valor of The Voyage, the courage to carry the family treasure across an ocean to begin a new life in a new land. A problem at sea meant a ho