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“O'Reilly, I've been running from the worst of myself all my life, and now it looks like the best of me just caught up.”
― Split
― Split
“O'Reilly, happiness does eventually come, it just needs a lot of foreplay, that's all."
And what better lover could happiness find?”
― Split
And what better lover could happiness find?”
― Split
“O'Reilly," he murmured. "He'd be fuckin' crazy not to want you there. Every day. Every night."
Against my arm, his heart thumped.
"He'd be stupid not to want to wake up to your wicked green eyes. Those eyes that make him feel like he's paid his dues. Like he's finally finished with living off God's fucking redemption crumbs.”
― Split
Against my arm, his heart thumped.
"He'd be stupid not to want to wake up to your wicked green eyes. Those eyes that make him feel like he's paid his dues. Like he's finally finished with living off God's fucking redemption crumbs.”
― Split
“I've been thinking about you and all my fucking sauces have been splitting. O'Reilly, everything you don't say speaks to something gentle in me. Something I thought I'd choked.”
― Split
― Split
“There is no sense in trying to be good, hoping to find myself back in God's grace, when Nick's skin makes heaven seem like a flooded trailer park.”
― Split
― Split
“You could cut...all that out."
"You mean the men. Perhaps I could. I'm quite sure I could. But you see, Joe, I don't want to. What you call unnatural is the very essence of my nature.”
― Linhart's Beautiful Beast
"You mean the men. Perhaps I could. I'm quite sure I could. But you see, Joe, I don't want to. What you call unnatural is the very essence of my nature.”
― Linhart's Beautiful Beast
“Pretending to be someone you’re not is like kissing a live grenade.
It feels smooth with your eyes closed, but remember, brother, like it or
not, you’re still kissing Death. September Young, Into the flames”
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It feels smooth with your eyes closed, but remember, brother, like it or
not, you’re still kissing Death. September Young, Into the flames”
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“I wouldn't ask for much. Only everything he could give me without losing himself.”
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