here I am, rock you like a hurricane.

She took a drag on her cigarette, lamenting the fact that SNL was a rerun.

(hypothetical your team.)

"I must have you, my Egyptian goddess"

Vice. Vices. Saturday night. She likened it to that feeling you always get upon hearing the word 'maybe.'

capital. Her personality was effervescent.

The lack of a wikipedia page for Wilhelm Schubert van Ehrenberg made her like him even more. One way ticket to the palace of Circe.

Tiny purple mountains lined his shirt, right at the pocket line. #nowplaying

What a hot mess.