Anareads

“• He is anomaly, not the exception.
• I’ve found a fetish:you spending all my money
• Luck is believing you are lucky.
• Stupid people rely on chance; smart people know luck can be optimized by skill.
• It (love) feels like your heart is walking outside of your body.
• Self-control sits at my very core, tethering me like an anchor, and yet, it seems to defy gravity the moment she steeps into my vision.
• If he dipped those fingers lower, he would realise my body doesn’t hate him as much as my brain does.
• Just because I am a gentleman doesn’t always mean I am a gentle man.
• It doesn’t scream money, it whispers wealth.
• (He) is a picture of polished perfection.
• You can’t put a timeline on grief.
-Wishful thinking.
-Meaning?

-I am sorry?
-Apology accepted.

-These seats(car) are Nappa leather.
-And my sweater is cotton.
-What?
-Thought we were naming fabrics no one gives a shit about.

-Say please.
-Over my dead…
-That doesn’t sound like please.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned