my tags for female characters I love are often like “my queen” and “actual goddess” but my tags for male characters I love are often “my baby” and “this child” because men are babies and women are ethereal beings
I never understood desire until I felt your hands around my throat.
Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.
To give pleasure to a single heart by a single act is better than a thousand heads bowing in prayer.
I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.