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There was something intoxicating about a man who didn’t pretend to be someone he wasn’t.
My emotions might be running high, but I wasn’t a fucking idiot.
It was nice having my best friend beside me. Sure, she was homicidal, but who wasn’t these days?
If the patriarchy could just not for literally one day, I would appreciate it.
Nothing happened for a reason. The world was a dark, cruel place; it either fucked you over, or you rose from the ashes and fucked it.
If I was fire, then they were kerosine.
We’d somehow resolved nothing and made everything worse. Which was slightly impressive if I really thought about it.
There was something so cruel about having to fight when all you wanted to do was die.
his thick butt cheeks were beacons of light in a dark world—but
“What I feel for you is more than love. You’re my everything, and if that means I must die to be by your side. Then so be it.”
