How like a man, to casually destroy a possession.
How like a woman, to know this and still yearn to be possessed.
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Don’t write it where she can’t see it; she’s the one that needs reminding.
Look at yourself. Seriously, look.
You’re not even tied up, for fuck’s sake; I just handed you a baseball bat and you somehow got tangled on it. I can accept that you’re not bright, but, well… there’s a limit, y’know?… Read the rest “”
Poor little thing. That’s what happens when you hang around men who only have a conscience when you’re conscious.
A splendid idea! You be the Princess, and I’ll be the Revolting Peasant who kicks down your bedroom door, drags you into the street, and makes you pay for all the wrongs in the world.
The applause her pussy needs is the applause it deserves; give her an ovation that stings as she sings.
Don’t try to give me your busywork, cunt. You want to die, do it on your own time.
Now, your dreams and self-esteem, on the other hand…? I will murder that shit for you, pro bono.
I love that porn is now half-sex, half-freakshow. A woman’s dignity has never once given me an erection.
Don’t give me that look. You know what you did.
She no longer needs her words; everything she has to say can be best expressed through her eloquent trembling.
My sweet little nothing, the girl whose truest poetry can only be written in the jagged meter of a thrill down the spine.