She stopped at the desk and held up a can for his view. "This looks like an ordinary hairspray can, right?" "Of course." he said though he had no idea what hairspray was.

Besties before testes.

Sometimes, the loneliness probably got to be too much and anyone seemed better than no one.

I don't hate you.. I just don't like that you exist

He bit the inside of his cheek, Death purring wildy. The pleasure of her touch, even one so innocent, rocked him to the core.

I’m not a bad person. I haven’t killed anyone. I (rarely) lie. I don’t kick little puppies. So why do people look at me as if the world would be a better place without me?

I love who you are, yesterday, now, tomorrow, always.