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“I cannot have a fucked-up dick, guys. I cannot be walking around with a franken-frank in my pants. If they can’t make it look beautiful again, tell ’em to just let me go. I don’t want any drastic measures. Sign a DNR if you hav—”
Wheezing
Dash is a disease; I’m infected by him. The only way to recover is to take the antidote. Put some space between us. But I don’t want the antidote. I want the fucking pain, and I can’t convince myself otherwise.
“You’re perfect. You’re beautiful. You’re incredible. You’re mine.”
And now here I am, kneeling over a goddess, about to feast on her, and my stupid heart’s doing all kinds of unexpected gymnastics. The thing about gymnastics is that you need training to land the moves correctly, and I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. I’m probably going to wind up breaking something far more painful than a bone.
Cutie
dreamer needs space to dream. LDL IV
Eeeeee
“If the girls here are foolish enough to call me Sun God, then you are the goddess of the moon. Diana. Selene. Artemis. Luna. My pale and ethereal queen.”
“Y’know, for centuries, they used to think the moon sent men mad. Like the phases of the moon affected a person’s sanity. Lunatic. That’s where the word came from. I can see how they came to that conclusion, Carrie. You drive me crazy. I need you so fucking bad.”
“It’s okay, Stella. We’ll be a permanent eclipse. That way, we’ll always be together.” “That way, the world will always be in darkness,” I argue. He shrugs, flicking my lip with the tip of his tongue. “Who gives a flying fuck about the rest of the world. I only care about you and me.”
“What…was that?” I whisper. The bench underneath him creaks as he spins around and faces me. “What d’you think it was, silly girl,” he says. “It was you.”
“I’d like to tell you something.” My pulse kicks up a gear. “Is it important?” He smiles a small smile, his voice very quiet. “Terribly.” “Then I suppose you’d better go ahead.” His hand rests gently against my neck, his thumb stroking reverently along the line of my jaw. “I am so in love with you, Carina Mendoza. I feel like I might die.”
