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The thing about lesbians is that we fall hard and fast. The fact we u-haul right into lesbian bed death should be an alarm bell to warn us off moving so fast. But lesbians will be lesbians. We love different. Harder, hotter, brighter. Our love burns like the light of a thousand stars. Lesbians love intensely enough they’d peel their skin off and climb inside the body of their loved one, just to get a little bit closer.
Our love is the definition of obsessive, addictive, consuming. When our eyes lock on a girl, there is only her. It’s what makes a woman’s love so intoxicating. And so. Fucking. Dangerous.
When you go through that kind of trauma, it either makes you or breaks you as a couple, right? I thought it made us. Maybe it only made me.
My back slams against the bookcase. She grabs my throat with one hand and slides her scythe under my chin with the other.
I think you’ve been hiding the fact you’re a dirty little sub from Daddy.”
“Sometimes one angel goes bad.”
I’ll take whatever she’s willing to give me, because I’d rather take a piece of her with me than die never having held her heart in my hands.
