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Surprise!fic
Title: The Art of Breaking pt. 1/?
Pairing: TBA
Rating: R for some adult themes
Warning: I broke him. So, be aware there is breaking of a character in ways... well, in ways worthy of my rating.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Boys. Or the Covenant. Also, I has no money, so don't sue me, ok?
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Today...
I remembered what it's like to be a realist. And today, I decided to reacquaint myself with that place ( Read more... ) -
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I don't want to love you anymore. Not if I can't have you. It hurts too much. -
The Mechanics of Sex
Yep, you read right, I'm going to talk about sex for this whole post. Know why? Because I think people, nowadays, fail at it ( Read more... ) -
A list to kick off my return
- I love you, and can't believe how much I wish I could hate you for it.
- Your presence is grating on my nerves. Again.
- With how much you argue, I fucking hate to be around you sometimes.
- As much as I hate being alone, I'm starting to realize that it's the only time I get to be myself. Again.
- I told you something I haven't told anyone. I'm ( Read more... ) -
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Loneliness is a bitch, folks.
Today I learned that I can't trust you. Not really. Not if I'm being honest with myself. It's shocking, mourning one family by turning to another, only to mourn that one as well.
It makes me wonder if I truly am meant to be alone...
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Concerts and stuff
I should post a lot of things, like what happened since the new apartment, all the fun things about the last two concerts and all about the happiness that was the housewarming party. But instead...
1) Andrea and I got hit on hard core. So we drank more to compensate.
2) Our boys TOTALLY spoil us when we go out to see them.
Fuck. Yeah.
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Every time I sit down to write something out.... I draw a blank. Not just here, but on actual paper with an actual pen.
I've never been without my ability to write before.
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This should never have happened again.