The Lies We Tell

“You’re so fragile”, he says, grazing his hands over my breasts. “We should try and sleep”, I tell him. “We should”, he says kissing my neck, “but I can’t stop touching you”. I’ll never tell him this but I ...
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I love the Color Gray

I love the color gray. Now don’t go assuming things. No character or series made me like gray, I’ve just always liked gray like I’ve always liked stepping on crunchy dry leaves and smelling new books. Nobody...
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The Different Kind

There are these posts which say, you haven’t seen SpongeBob? How did you grow up? You don’t know the spice girls? How did your childhood pass? You don’t know how to do the macarena? Your childhood is not comple...