The base of my spine.
Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act just once with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence something helpless that wants our love
Odi at amo, excrucior
I stole and burnt your soul
Is that what demons do, hey?
They rule the worst in me
They blame on angels like you
As if you were on fire from within The moon lives in the lining of your skin
Never give in. Never give in. Never, never, never, never—in nothing, great or small, large or petty—never give in, except to convictions of honor and good sense. Never yield to force. Never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy
Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but
for the heart to conquer it