He felt like sin but tasted like love so what's a clumsy girl to do but stumble in delicious crazy love.

Her skin smelled like the twilight moon and her eyes looked primal, like a hungry animal. She was darkness – dangerous, beautiful darkness.

You are strange. A deep sea of mystery. Tangled mix of starlight and darkness. A beautiful mess, and I am devastatingly drawn to every curve of your mind, every dark scar on your body.You are the epitome of art - dynamic, strange and beautiful.

I want your scars, your darkness, your secrets. I want to see the interior of your soul.

I have wolf blood and wolf bones... Don't expect me to graze with sheep.

Art is so many different thingsOur lives should be art—What we do, how we speak,how we think, how we create,how and what we feel,how we see the world,what we do with our God-given gifts.It’s all art,just not in the conventional sense.We are art.

He smelled like a wolf and I knew I should run, instead I opened my heart and invited him in for a bite.

You can't expect a wolf to play with you and not eventually bite.

Be patient my little wild one, wondrous things take time. A pearl is hidden before it’s refined. A diamond’s luster is dull before revealing brilliant magnificent breathtaking shine.