He's asleep in the harbor, disguised as dog shit.
Because I want to have sex with him--and because that's sinful--I'm blushing and flushing furiously under his scrutinizing scrutiny.
And pictures of perfection, as you know, make me sick and wicked.
People who use snark attacks confuse cleverness with cruelty.
The following Discourse [on art, by Sir Joshua Reynolds] is particularly Interesting to Blockheads as it endeavours to prove that There is No such thing as Inspiration & that any Man of a plain Unders...
Kate stood by the door with her arms crossed.That was an anti-Curran pose. What the hell was the Beast Lord doing here?I padded to the door.First, you didn’t come home. Curran’s voice held zero humor....
My dominant (no pun intended) discourse seems to be needy as fuck.
You don't have to make fun of it.Actually I do, I said. I make fun of almost everything.
Sherrie would be there, and the last time I’d seen her at a social event she burst into tears when she saw me and ran out of the room. You’re upset, I’d yelled after her, meanly.
I always wonder why condescending snarkiness is the chosen method of communication for so many forum users. It seems to me like these things would be much better expressed in non-confrontational, poli...
If God gave Dad Alzheimer’s, He’s got to understand when Dad forgets what church he belongs to.