“He was a beautiful pagan god with the voice of a serial killer, but that didn’t make him any less god like. It just meant rather than dying in some dank basement or isolated cabin, I’d die bound on an… — Candace Vianna Copy Share Image
“Who knows what lies in the hearts of men? And more importantly, who cares so long as they open our jars and kill spiders?” — Candace Vianna Copy Share Image
“it’s okay if college isn’t your thing. I’m sure there’s a pole somewhere with your name on it, but next time you might not… — Candace Vianna Copy Share Image
“There were no romantic ships passing in the night. It was more like dinghies in the dark: Awkward, slow and hard to handle, quickly… — Candace Vianna Copy Share Image
“He was a beautiful pagan god with the voice of a serial killer, but that didn’t make him any less god like. It just… — Candace Vianna Copy Share Image
“it’s okay if college isn’t your thing. I’m sure there’s a pole somewhere with your name on it, but next time you might not… — Candace Vianna Copy Share Image
