Reckless Hate Quotes

“You.” Hard thrust. “Go.” Another thrust directly to my spot, my pussy walls clenching and holding his fingers but he doesn’t let me. “When. I. Say. So.” He fucks me with his fingers so hard and I come just as hard, so loud with a scream that pierces my ears. I literally hear a buzz and see color behind my eyes. Maybe it’s the bitter taste of the truth on my tongue, or the answering silent, yet volcanic anger from Ace. Maybe it’s the grief that slices the room into uneven dimensions of breathless agony—but for whatever reason, my orgasm is hard and intense. It’s the type of climax that I knew Ace could easily give me, but we both knew it was heightened by misery and grief. A kind of grief that we both refused to face. Grief heightened by orgasm. Orgasm heightened by grief. . . My entire body shakes, Ace flips me over to my side and somehow in the darkness of my room, our gazes connect and I can see the blues like I do in my nightmares and my dreams. I see them as much as they see me. I know these eyes belong to the devil, the spawn of my hate. But they still see me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. To be seen and he has, since the very first day we met. “You will fucking die when I say so.” He growls, like a solemn vow. “You will fade away like the kind of nothing that you think you are, when I say so. But for now, you fucking stay here and you fight that shit for me. I fucking need you to fight it.”
― Thandiwe Mpofu, Reckless Hate

“Because you are still breathing doesn't mean you are alive.”
― Thandiwe Mpofu, Reckless Hate

“I NEED A JOINT.”
― Thandiwe Mpofu, Reckless Hate

“They say time heals all wounds, that’s a fucking lie. Time worsens wounds. Time rots wounds, time corrupts, time disintegrates. Time kills, time never forgives and time never forgets.”
― Thandiwe Mpofu, Reckless Hate

“because you are still breathing doesn’t mean you are alive.”
― Thandiwe Mpofu, Reckless Hate

“I spent four years doing anything possible to end the misery in my head, in my heart, body but mostly, in my damn bleak soul that gapes at me each time I look in the mirror—taunting me, reminding me that there is no way out. Depression is really the devil and each time I look at myself—I see that. I’m reminded of that.”
― Thandiwe Mpofu, Reckless Hate