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even though I was scared, at least I wasn’t numb.
Before I was a shattered stained glass window.
Everything about him was made of poetry just waiting to be read.
Maybe I was chasing moonbeams.
His voice was honey over toast on a rainy day.
God, Richard better not sparkle like Edward fucking Cullen or I was going to have to do something drastic. Like burn the city down.
One giant, one half-giant, and one hobbit drowning in twenty pounds of black fabric.
Rejection tasted like hot cocoa, pine trees, and spring rain.
Richard was Charon then I was the river Styx.
folded both items of clothing, as well as my socks, piling them all atop each other and pushing them to the side before he finally turned to look at me.
“If you’re about to take me to a field to play baseball I’m going to throw myself out of this car,” I told him, clearly referencing Twilight. It was a test of sorts, to see if he would get the reference. “Whatever you say, spider-monkey,” Richard responded with a twitch to his lips.
YES
“Did I taste good?” I asked, because apparently being fucked made me stupid.
It said, ‘Please, tell me I didn’t hurt you.’
Gentle baby boy
