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I’m so high on what he’s feeding me that I’m willing to keep taking it until it kills me, like a gluttonous bitch.
A smile is strong enough to conceal sadness, because it’s easier for people to acknowledge that someone is happy, rather than offer sympathy for another’s desolation.
It has nothing to do with anything fucking else. I’m just thinking with my dick.
“I didn’t choose. I won’t choose. They’re both fucking mine. Now are you done?”
Having both near me is like spreading balm over an open wound. It stings at first, but once that disappears, there’s nothing but relief. As if my soul has been dead for years and it’s now been given its first breath of air.
Our love wasn’t the kind of love that was written in the cards… It was the kind of love that burned them.
