He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.
Some men don't eat pussy. I think those men are pussies.
My heart, independent of my logic, had reserved a place for my tormentor and my solace.
Love does not always begin or end the way we wish it would.
I'm telling you, monsters aren't born, they're made.
Some stories aren't black and white.