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What kind of knight rode a mechanical dragon in a leather vest?
just because someone is not who you want them to be, it does not mean they are incapable of good.”
People don’t really notice kids unless they’re in the way.
it was a lady’s right to be dramatic
Innocence is always worth protectin’.
Sometimes, adults are so dumb.
Zeus was both of those things. A fallen angel. A monster, but a good one under all the scary.
Prison. And yeah, Lou, it’s a lot like hell, only worse ’cause I figure there’s women in hell and a whole lotta sinnin’.
I can’t believe you are 30! That’s super old. Do you have grey hairs and stuff already?
me writin’ letters to a little girl is seven degrees of fucked up. Me and ethics ain’t ever been that close and don’t even get me started on morals, but still, a man has gotta draw a line somewhere and for me, that’s movin’ this strange pen pal gig we got goin’ into the real world.
real life is full’a pain, disappointment, and dark deeds.
you don’t apologize to friends for needing them.
We all have scars. Some of them, like the one you and me share, you can see with your eyes. Some of them, you ink, like you do, on your skin so that they tell the story like a picture book. Like a badge of honour that you overcame something really bad. Then there are others, like the scar that stays in your heart when you’re left alone in a hospital room for a week without anyone visiting you, or when you sleep on a metal bed in a concrete prison filled with bad men or weak men who only touch each other to sin in one way or another. I think it’s harder to talk about those scars and it’s harder
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I think bad things happen to everyone, not just bad people.
men who are good but whose lives went bad.
men talk ’bout three things: booze, sex, and sports. For me, that would be whiskey, sex, and bikes.
Life’s too short and you know it, little warrior, so live while the goin’ is good.
we all ignored the ugly things in life,
women needed a champion maybe even more than little girls did.
Men forget to treat women with tender affection and platonic encouragement.
I didn’t know about depression, but I was sure as hell angry, and growing angrier by the day.
If you’re truly dying, don’t you think it’s time you lived a little?”
silver Mazda hatchback I’d named Optimus Prime.
You’ll like normal teenage life and all the bad decisions you get to make when you don’t give a fuck who you’ll disappoint.”
“I’ll watch out for you. I want you to have fun, get into just enough trouble to taste life, not end up dead in a gutter somewhere.”
As the man who saved your life once, don’t make me save it again,”
They were always telling me not to waste my brain, that I was too smart not to use it. So, I did, just in ways they didn’t like.
I was a seventeen-year-old teenage dirt bag and I fucking loved it.
stick their wick in fresh honey
“Curiosity killed the cat, Loulou.” “Yeah, well, this cat has cancer, so she’s not really concerned at playing it safe,”
You can love an outlaw and he can even love you back, but that doesn’t make him any less an outlaw.
Let’s see how well you swallow the fire down that delicate throat, how you like the burn of it in your belly.
swore like it was essential to the English language,
Sometimes, I seriously questioned my morals. As in, were they necessary?
“Live Free, Die Hard But Only If You Can’t Kill ’Em First.”
brotherhood, bikes, and bitches you treat like fuckin’ queens because they give you the kinda sweet a rough man can’t find anywhere else.
“I’m the boss of this world. All those monsters you picture under your bed, in the dark corners of hospitals and night black forests? They’re fuckin’ real, Lou. And I own ’em. So, yeah, you want this world, you better believe I’m the fuckin’ boss of ya.”
I don’t wanna touch you. I don’t even wanna fuckin’ think about it.” “Because you’re tempted?” I whispered, my hope like a dove struggling to take flight in my chest. “Nah, ’cause I’m a man. The kinda man that needs a woman to satisfy him.
He smoked, drank, marauded, and fucked like he was on Death Row, like every single moment counted more than the next.
abusive alcoholic fucktard
She made a man who’d felt like a monster his entire life, feel like a fuckin’ angel.
“My knight in leather on his beast of metal,”
he reminded me somewhat of Frankenstein’s monster, a creature made for violence with a surprising kindness of spirit.
once you indulged in the food of the underworld, you were stuck in its depths forever.
“The age of consent in the province is sixteen years old unless you’re an authority figure.
I’d cleaned her wet pussy with her broken panties before shovin’ them in my pocket ’cause I was sentimental that way.
I gave ’im the land, he bought a shit-ton of pigs, and we were in the body-disappearing business.
You eyein’ the beast like you don’t care he bites.”
“A beast is just like any other animal…touch them just right, even they purr.”
It’s my responsibility as an older woman to stick my nose in where it ain’t wanted and give advice, so bear with me a tick, yeah?
