Everyone is a potential naked slave to you once you become a trainer.
– Anne Rice
http://prompts.submissiveguide.com/22
http://www.the-iron-gate.com/quotes/browse/
Dec 172013
Dec 162013
I did then what I knew how to do. Now that I know better, I do better.
– Maya Angelou
Dec 152013
Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition.
– Timothy Leary, as quoted in Sometimes Being the Queen is All We Have to Hold Onto (2005) by Connie Cash, p. 35
Sometimes misattributed to Marilyn Monroe
Dec 142013
Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.
– Thomas Edison
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Thomas_Edison
http://www.thomasedison.org/index.php/education/edison-quotes/
Dec 132013
It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
– Aristotle
http://www.uky.edu/~eushe2/quotations/aristotle.html
Dec 122013
If you save yourself for marriage, you’re a bore.
You don’t save yourself for marriage, you’re horrible [whore-able] person.
If you won’t have a drink, then you’re a prude.
But they’ll call you a drunk as soon you down the first one.
If you can’t lose the weight, then you’re just fat.
But if you lose too much, then you’re on crack.
You’re damned if you do, and you’re damned if you don’t,
So you might as well just do whatever you want.
Chorus:
So, make lots of noise, kiss lots of boys,
Or kiss lots of girls, if that’s something you’re into.
When the straight and narrow gets a little too straight,
Roll up a joint, or don’t.
Just follow your arrow wherever it points,
Follow your arrow wherever it points.
If you don’t go to church, you’ll go to hell.
If you’re the first one on the front row, you’re a self-righteous son-of-a–
Can’t win for losing, you’ll just disappoint ’em,
Just cause you can’t beat ’em, don’t mean you should join ’em.
-Chorus-
Say what you think. Love who you love.
Cause you just get so many trips round the sun.
Yeah, you only, only live once.
-Chorus-
– Kacey Musgraves, Follow Your Arrow, from Same Trailer Different Park
Dec 112013
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.