Верховный Адепт Секты Ямамотизма, Кавалер Ордена Дикого Кролика

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So it's hello madam nicotine, how are you today? Let's light you up & let you take my breath away --.

Fuck ‘em, smoke a cigarette, use the smoldering butt to burn all commitments into ash.

#29 - Melody: It was a tuneless melody of curses and bedsprings, but it played almost every night.

The thing is, relationships are relationships and they're about people, not genders.

“Seduction is often difficult to distinguish from rape. In seduction the rapist often bothers to buy a bottle of wine.” – Andrea Dworkin

“Maybe I’m a little lonely,” he said, straddling the other’s man thigh, hand slid beneath the shirt in one rough movement and then stopped short as he grasped the belt buckle, “Maybe I’m a little fucked up,” his grin almost predatory, “But what’s your excuse?”

The mind was the greatest enemy after all; the only way to beat it was to lose it completely.

And that’s what normal people do; they fucking sleep.

...finds himself wishing that he’d never wake up, because he knows all that awaits him outside of his dreams is a cold bed and empty promises.

It’s funny how someone can break your heart, and yet you can still love them with all the little pieces.

It’s not like talking about it will make any difference. Only it does. It reaffirms what happened to me. And reminds me how I’ll never really be whole again.

And this is what you have left for me – not the world you wanted but a half-formed self that now must continue reshaping itself using nothing but the memory of your hands.

Only a human being could fail to change himself and yet change the hearts of others.

“Random romantic gifts, like flowers or souvenirs, usually annoy me.”
Oops. “So what do you want instead?”
“If someone likes me, I’d want to make memories with them. Memories don’t fade or go stale like flowers or chocolate, and they don’t take up space like objects. Memories stay with you forever, no matter where you are. So, I’d rather someone prove they love me with action, rather than weighing me down with stuff that doesn’t actually matter.”

"Thread frozen for being a pointless, porn-free shitfest." - kinkmeme