Hang on to this anger, Chucks. I’ll be happy to work your crazy ass up in bed and fuck every doubt and complaint out of your tight pussy.
Eight o’clock. A cab will be waiting downstairs. You will wear the same dress, and no bra or panties. You will be mine for the evening. You will not talk back to me, just let me fuck you the way I wan...
Used to say that pride was the most exquisite jewelry a woman could wear even when you’re naked.
The night before senior year I spotted you on those bleachers You looked adorable Your heart cracking for a guy Who would love to smash a foot in it and crush it into pieces
People were allowed to fuck whomever they wanted, as long as it was legal and consensual.
Sonder is the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
The fact that we aren’t here forever is exactly what we need to make the most out of life.
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Love is like ivy. It wraps around you, chokes every part of you quietly. It is not patient, or kind, or gentle. It is needy, cunning, and suffocating.
I smoked weed while she danced on the roof and threw me smiles every now and again. I watched her with a smirk. Life was good.
To Brittany Danielle Christina and Jacquie Czech Martin, and to strong women everywhere. May we be them, may we raise them, may we support them.
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.
He scoffed. I can charm the panties off of a nun.
Célian: If you two were to read anything more substantial than the National Enquirer, such as our company’s newsletter from three months ago, you would know that messenger chats on our web software ar...
Her fake tan was the exact shade of a KFC chicken thigh.
Listen to the chaosBrewing in your headThis, my pretty reckless loverIs how our story ends
Come near my wife again, I said, and I'll show the world just how much of an angry motherfucker I can really be when someone touches what's mine.
Wish I could rewrite you out of my life But all your pages are highlighted Dog-eared and thumbed to death I can no longer read you But you are still my favorite poem
And an artist’s armor is full of bullets and cracks. That’s how the lyrics and notes seep through.
I breathe your nameHoping to fill my lungsWith more than just air
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