The Casquette Girls

As an artist, if your work doesn't inflame at least part of the audience, then you might as well call it quits and sell insurance... The world needs more boundary pushers, not more boundary creators.

You don't control their minds, ma fifille, you control their hearts" - Cosette

Time after time, I have seen secrets tear people apart.

And when all was done and all was said, we sat silently staring at the moon's reflection on the rippling river, soaking it all in. The differences between people, cultures and times. The monsters. The myths. The heroes. The victims. The love and loss. Loss and love.

Am I really going to die tonight? As a sixteen-year-old virgin with only one passport stamp and no driver's license?

It's a place where strange things have been known to happen, but locals learn not to think twice about every little unexplainable detail; otherwise they'd go mad.

In the words of the great Monsieur Baudelaire, 'The greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing the world he doesn't exist.

...Moving pictures and flying machines nth seemed like magic at one time. It's not a huge leap to believe that what seems irrational or magical now ill be commonplace in the future. I believe everyone has magical powers. However, only certain people - the ones who are open to it - can tap into the true capacity of the mind and push the current brink of human thought. Some are called geniuses, some are called prophets, others are called witches.

Too bad Hallmark doesn’t make a card that says, Sorry, your wife is undead.

I pulled out a large white T-shirt with black gothic script that read, "Equipe Edward" "Adele, how many times do I have to tell you?" he said in a very serious tone. "Vampires do not sparkle." "Okay, fine." I pretended to pout. "I'll give it to someone else." "No, you will not!" He yanked the T-shirt out of my reach. "Sparkles or not, I am still Team Edward.

A sharp pain tugged in my chest. I wanted this all to go away. I wanted Nicco to be normal. I wanted to be normal. A part of me wanted to destroy him for everything he'd done, whatever his role...For following me. For not telling me everything. For letting me fall for him. I hated myself for wanting to cause harm to someone else. I wanted him to be stronger, to change, to want the same things as me. I wanted him.

There you go, changing the subject. That means you are sweet on one of them. Which one is it? I'm going to guess the Yankee. You two bicker too much to actually dislike each other." "Ren!" "So, its the foreign fox?" "Stop! I'm serious. It's important!

No tourists, no screaming drag queens, no horse hooves clacking down the street. The perfect still of the night - this was something I would never get used to. Not in New Orleans. The quietness freaked me out.

It is not gossip that you must worry about, only the days when you are not worth gossiping about.

You’re like Super Mario!” “You really know how to make a girl feel special.” “You’re like Super Mario, but a hot girl.” He blushed a little when he realized the compliment had slipped out.

You’re like Super Mario!”“You really know how to make a girl feel special.”“You’re like Super Mario, but a hot girl.” He blushed, realizing the compliment had slipped out.

Come on, Désirée, it’s rude. I don’t want to distract Ren.” “Oh, please, that statue of Jesus could start twerkin’ and Ren wouldn’t break character.