Not that she didn’t love almost every boy she’d ever met, and not that every boy in the world didn’t totally love her. It was impossible not to. But she wanted someone to love her and shower her with attention the...
Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn – to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise…...
We are the ones who take this thing called music and line it up with this thing called time. We are the ticking, we are the pulsing, we are underneath every part of this moment. And by making the moment our...