I might appear confident and chatty but I spend most of my time laughing at jokes I dont find funny saying things I dont really mean - because at the end of the day thats what were all trying to do fit in one way or another desperately trying to pretend were all the same.

But what was there to sayOnly that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness but hideous grief.Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.

As the light begins to intensify so does my misery and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

How can something so wrong feel so right

At the end of the day its about how much you can bear how much you can endure. Being together we harm nobody being apart we extinguish ourselves.

I mean at the end of the day what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it cant be you

To speak a language that was as intimate and free as certain dreams saying darkly thrillingly My cock inside of you. Your come in my mouth ... He focused on the boys slim tight hips with the tip of his tongue he tasted an assholes bitter forbidden mystery.