Breathed,
It was going to be a long-ass six months if every time she grinned, my dick wanted to give her a mouth-to-mouth.
You are beautiful like a song Ugly like a scream But beneath your pretty bones You’re lost from deep within I want to dig inside the fissures of your soul Pull out all your secrets Dump them at your f...
The rules of chess were very simple: while it was true that the king was the most important piece in the game, he was also the weakest. The queen was the most powerful, and you best not forget that if...
He scoffed. I can charm the panties off of a nun.
Lust is when you want the person to make you feel good. Love is when you want to make the other person feel good. —Pink.
Is it you that I love. It is you whom I want. It is you whom makes living a spectacular thing I want to experience, rather than participate in reluctantly, every day.
I want your ass. Happy? Want it with the scars. With the fucked-up, tragic story. With every fiber of my body. I want to fuck you, and own you, and bruise you, and save you. But I can’t do any of thos...
I flew directly into my cage, asking him to lock me inside. Because the beautiful lie was far more desirable than the awful truth. The cage was warm and safe. No harm could find me. I wrapped my arms...
High school is an aquarium full of sharks. People are always broiling with the need to burst free. Only the strong survive.
And an artist’s armor is full of bullets and cracks. That’s how the lyrics and notes seep through.
Women like men who play hockey, football, basketball and golf (okay, scratch golf). Women love men who know how to fight.
Why didn’t you tell me we were in love?Why did you wait for me to find outWhen you broke my heart?
The girl got a kiss on the lips from the boy who no longer howled at the moon and cried on a tree. On the forehead. Like friends do. Then he kissed her on the lips, like lovers do. Then he kissed the...
People were like onions, made of lots of layers. The deeper you went, the rawer the layer.
I'd cut a bitch for a steamy booty call right about now. Do him, Blaire. Do him for the both of us. I hear twins sometimes have a physical connection that allows them to feel the pain and pleasure of...
I don’t think you understand, Snowflake. You don’t have any say in this shit.
He was, in a lot of ways, like Lot’s wife. A hard statue, made of salt and stone, standing on a cliff, emotionless and proud after watching with glee as Sodom—or Todos Santos—was set aflame by its sin...
Ocean.
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