I think that hope is the act of continuing in the face of the truth.
Love - at least the pair-bonded, prescribed love - does not conquer all.
you can take this mouth this wound you want but you can't kiss and make it better.
I write to make sense of things that dont make sense to me.
That's point of writing: building what you need, right?
come back so i can say yes this time do it again now that i know what to call what you did this time i'll be ready i like it rough now and i'm done with romance i never met another man who loved me so much at first sight he had to hurt me to do it