“I used to buy cigarettes here,” I inform him. I give bite-sized details about myself like this.
I knew my assumption was flawed. Not all heterosexual fucking was violence.
Sitting there and watching them I unexpectedly got the radiance. My body felt light as a flower, my breathing itself gave me great pleasure and my hair seemed to fly up and outward like wispy silk. I smiled and then laughed. Peter and Melita looked up and laughed also. Such musical sounds. Little bells.
Like all bad people he is only bad for a millisecond at a time.
The darkness of the nightclub is an airborne aphrodisiac, a medium fixating through more or less “real” encounters among empaths of mind, emotion and body. At their center is the glitter globe,
She kept pulling my hand towards her clit but I was too tired to actually fuck her so I busted onto her milky tits.
The best thing for the future of a word like consent is to just stop talking about all of it.
In 1902, he finally cut off his own penis with a small knife that he'd managed to smuggle into his cell.
I hover above the toilet, my thighs rock hard as they hold my body in a seated position. The walls are covered in yellowing images of women from the 70s. Half-clothed, their nipples are big and
He hugged me, kissed the top of my head. “I was wrong,” he said. “Just be grateful I’m not drinking. I can’t do more right now.”
Video surveillance is for your safety
I lost my thought and now I can't do anything but listen
Writing is only anything if you can sublimate or depreciate the original thing into a
They say you shouldn’t feed the trolls, but trolls are an essential component of the culture.
I think sometimes what people mean by “likable” as opposed to sympathetic or goodhearted is “conforming to my idea of what behavior I should aspire to.”
now Icarus has gone swimming and I see him in the Sun
I’m sleeping with another writer who won’t stop talking about his Ex.
It should be noted that I really love to eat pussy.
I think outside of drinking himself to death, Fitzgerald had a pretty fantastic life.
Corey are you wasting time?
How would I know?
I don’t know.
“I’m a fan of being a good rebound”, Alexander says. “It’s really a sweet spot I think. That’s why its so heartbreaking. It’s so tempting. But that kind of level of closeness and independence is very
I punched him on the cheekbone, with a closed fist. He sat up, shocked.
I just told you about the time I met Burt Reynolds.
