How can that be… I- I need to know… I need to control my fate. What do I need to pay? How much more do I have to lose? I.. I can’t anymore.. please.. tell me..
Tiny glimpses of moments, colours me blind.
Sweet surrender of memories where were meant to be.
Now we’re not meant to be.
You lift me up to the sky.
Now we’re falling..
Now we’re falling..
I don’t know what it means to fly
But we’re flying.. we’re flying..
Broken streets and broken dreams...
Well maybe we are all crazy. Who’s to say what’s normal. Don’t let society dictates that sanity levels. We’re all unique and out of whack. Forget your doctor. Be your own doctor.
Trust me bro. I’m a doctor
I want my character drawn. He’s a male, he’s alpha yet submissive, sexy yet regal, manly yet sexy. Ugly yet beautiful.
make him oppositely true. I like contradictions and I want my male character to embody the word confusion.
don’t let me down
I stare incredulously at the Pepsi bottle floating along the edges of the river bank.
‘Could it be?’
But it can’t be. I really thought…
When will this nightmare end.
Why can’t I get rid of you?
Every memory I have of you is filled with pain and suffering. The gentle caress of your...
Being a stoic is the path of robotism. Clearly it is the superior path as you transcend your biological limitations. I am currently in the middle peak of this dao.
May the Stoic Goddesses of Smut bless and keep you sane.