A girl without braids is like a city without bridges.
All those other girls are cake…I’m Crème brûlée…Tiramisu, if you will. Just a few notches above.
The day came when she discovered sex, sensuality, and literature; she said, ‘I submit! Let my life be henceforth ruled by poetry. Let me reign as the queen of my dreams until I become nothing less than the heroine of God.