Some men don't eat pussy. I think those men are pussies.
He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.
Some stories aren't black and white.
People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night.
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.