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~Grayson~
ZOO WE MAMA I LOVEEEW GREY/GREY FIRST AND LAST NAMES
Yeah, the distance between prim and primitive is not so very motherfucking far.
I love me some literary jokes
The scarring looks almost deliberate, some kind of an X with strange detailing on the ends.
Oh.
Matching !!
Back in Franklin City, near our hideout, there are these signs that say: DANGER: BURIED ELECTRICAL LINES. That’s how I feel in class. Buried electrical lines running between us, way the hell deep down.
They say there are two types of fear—the kind that has you running far, far away, and the kind that shakes you so deeply that you can’t look away.
mph
N-Nnghh.. !!
“Pepper spray is an inflammatory agent, okay? It swells your throat and sinuses, but it doesn’t shut them.”
Noted.
‘Don’t say I’m here. It’s just you, Ab.’” Ab. It’s no kind of name. I resolve never to call her Ab.
And yeah, she’s gone somewhere, but I would fuck her until I find her again, in that place where she’s gone, or maybe until I find some missing part of me, some part that isn’t empty and hollow and wrong.
An illusion.
I JUST REALISED THE COVER OF THIS BOOK HAS THE QUOTE "some prisons you come to crave" AND I LOOOOOOOOOOVE THAT
Everything between us feels new. And right. So I’m sure it will end wrong.
“Don’t bullshit me. You’re okay.” If nothing else, she’s talking with me. Communicating. It’s the quiet ones you had to worry about. They were liable to swallow a razor blade when you weren’t looking.
“Help me!” she gasps, and I’m powerless to resist.
He goes limp. I think if he dies, I might just keep driving forever. North past their hotel. Past the Canadian border. I’ll drive right off into the Arctic Ocean because I can’t deal with another dead body beside me.
She kisses the tip of my cock. Kisses it. Like she’s fucking courting it or something.
LMAO
