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My favorite books, love songs, movies, the ones that resonated with me, have kept me grieving long after I turned the last page, the notes faded out, or the credits rolled.
The only love I’ve ever known or craved is the kind that keeps me sick, sick with longing, sick with lust, sick with need, sick with grief. The distorted kind that leaves scars and jaded hearts.
“Such nasty, hateful words from a filthy, cum-coated mouth.”
Jaw on the floor
“It’s okay to want his dick, baby, I’ll watch it go inside you and fucking love the view, and the savage it’ll make me.”
Again, jaw on the floor
I’ve been in a state of “what in the hell did I do?” and “please, my lords, may I have seconds?”
xD
