If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.

Put on your big girl pants and deal.

So what’d you do to the lesser?” a male voice said. “I lit his cigarette with a sawed-off,” another one answered. “He didn’t come down for breakfast, you feel me?

i am... absolutely destroyed at the loss. (--manny)

It was right then and there that she'd realized there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.

Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours. -Phury's thoughts

There was both love and despair in his voice. He was truly handicapped when it came to emotions, and falling in love hadn't changed that.