She kept pulling my hand towards her clit but I was too tired to actually fuck her so I busted onto her milky tits.
The best thing for the future of a word like consent is to just stop talking about all of it.
In 1902, he finally cut off his own penis with a small knife that he'd managed to smuggle into his cell.
I hover above the toilet, my thighs rock hard as they hold my body in a seated position. The walls are covered in yellowing images of women from the 70s. Half-clothed, their nipples are big and
He hugged me, kissed the top of my head. “I was wrong,” he said. “Just be grateful I’m not drinking. I can’t do more right now.”
Video surveillance is for your safety
I lost my thought and now I can't do anything but listen
Writing is only anything if you can sublimate or depreciate the original thing into a
They say you shouldn’t feed the trolls, but trolls are an essential component of the culture.
I think sometimes what people mean by “likable” as opposed to sympathetic or goodhearted is “conforming to my idea of what behavior I should aspire to.”
now Icarus has gone swimming and I see him in the Sun
I’m sleeping with another writer who won’t stop talking about his Ex.
It should be noted that I really love to eat pussy.
I think outside of drinking himself to death, Fitzgerald had a pretty fantastic life.
Corey are you wasting time?
How would I know?
I don’t know.
It often occurred to me that most of my life was spent fantasizing about death.
“I’m a fan of being a good rebound”, Alexander says. “It’s really a sweet spot I think. That’s why its so heartbreaking. It’s so tempting. But that kind of level of closeness and independence is very
I punched him on the cheekbone, with a closed fist. He sat up, shocked.
I just told you about the time I met Burt Reynolds.
I dabbed on hydrocortisone and Vagisil at every available restroom. Each soothing moment gave way to another of pain.
I think less about sunscreen than I do God.
By August I ended up having only enough energy to have sex with just the one man.
You: I can't live in a world where seventy-five percent of anything is perfect.
The West was declining, masculinity was dissolving into cotton-candy sky. There are few of our kind remaining… his brothers wrote in the Instagram comments of a masculinity influencer. Come with us now, the influencer had written. There are new worlds to save.
