“In an Artist’s Studio One face looks out from all his canvases, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans: We found her hidden just behind those screens, That mirror gave back all her loveliness. A queen in opal or in ruby dress, A nameless girl in freshest summer-greens, A saint, an angel - every canvas means The same one… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share
I knew what it felt like to have no say in who you were as a sexual being. It didn't just strip… — Jess C Scott Copy Share Image
“Narcissistic love is riding on the rollecoaster of disaster filled with a heart full of tears.” — Sheree' Gay Copy Share Image
