Flirtation doesn't have to go somewhere. It surtainly dosen't need to end up in bed. I like to think of it as a little friendlier than a handshake, a little less intimate than a kiss. It's a way of saying hi, you look great, have a wonderful day. A tasteful flirtation played out by people who understood the rules leaves everyone feeling good, and can perk up the bluest mood.

He was obsessed. And obsessed men, are dangerous men.

Hope shapes the will. The will shapes the world.

It's the truths we work hardest to silence.

The whole time I waited for Barents to come and rescue me. The product of I suppose, of growing up in a world where nearly all the fairytales I've heard as a child had a prince rushing to the rescue of the princess. Men down south love to play up to that image. It's a strange new world out there, and the rules have changed. It's every princess for herself.