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"So give me that time," I [Max] said. "Two years. Two years of you and me to fuck and fight and fall in love and be all the things we won't be able to be once you walk down that aisle. Give me that time to try and convince you that that life isn't what you really want. We don't ever have to talk politics, we don't even have to tell anyone if you don't want to. Just let it be me and you, at least for a little while."

"He is a gentlefae of good breeding and impeccable morals-"

"I don't give a fuck. And neither should you, you certainly don't mind me corrupting your morals when I have you alone."

"My poor boys, the two of you are looking decidedly morose," she cooed.

"Boys?"

"Yes, silly salmon," Geraldine purred as she leaned forward to place a kiss on my lips. "Big Maxy boy and little Maxy boy." She dropped down to kiss my c*ck next.

Gerry is always freaked tf out

"Do you like being rough with me, Gerry?" He gripped my hips, sliding my bottom further back across the table as he stepped between my thighs.

"I don't like anything about you, you tricksome- oh!-" he kissed the seashell of my ear, "-devious -oh!-" he kissed my neck, "-villainous -oh!-" he kissed my collar bone, "Sea dog." 🤭

"Sex with her is a constant series of asking yourself what the fuck just happened? What the fuck did she just say? What the fuck did she just call me? Why the fuck does that feel so goddamn good? And that's the most you'll ever find out about it because she's mine.”

hehe

His lips captured mine in the next heartbeat and my poor heart darned near thrummed its way out of my bosom.

I moaned like a lady of the night on pay day as he slid his tongue between my lips and the heat in my body unravelled like a ball of yarn in the paws of a kitten.

LMAO

“Lead on, good man,” I encouraged.

Max drew closer to me, his warm breath dancing across my neck. “Oh no, Grus, I’m not a good man at all,” he breathed. “And if I get you back to my bed tonight, you’re going to find out just how bad I am.”

My name is Isabel but it is spelled with a ‘j’. After all, the ‘j’ and the ‘i’ are as alike as I am like Jezebel, the slut.

oh-

part one 👩‍🎨☑️

As a copyist, no matter how good I might be, I would always be buried under the weight of a five-hundred-year-old corpse…

That Wednesday, I saw him straight away. Even from afar. In the middle of that absurd galaxy, I saw him straight away. He became the center. Beautiful as the sun. A white face framed by jet-black hair. High cheekbones beneath eyes whose color I couldn’t make out from a distance. But I recognized him by the way his chest was itching. He scratched his white shirt with a very specific vigorous.

pt.2/2

Often, I only found losers there on a Saturday night, who, stuffing bills into the dancers’ bikinis, believed they were taking revenge on life. That didn’t interest me. I was looking for the jackpot.

pt.1/2

Whenever we talked late into the night, I finally felt like I had real friends. The proof: I sold one of my last Fendi bags so that I could give Sophie a deluxe edition of Pascal’s Pensées for her birthday, a hardcover volume with gilt edging and glossy paper. She was genuinely moved; her fingers trembled as she turned the pages. I felt a twinge in my chest; I checked my pulse. Surprise! I had a heart.

The rest of the night, I was on my best behaviour…We had sex, pornographic moans and acrobatic moves for good measure. Exuberant orgasm: Palme d’Or at Cannes.

LMAO not the palme d’or 😭

The session lasted for a while. I put on classical music to cover up Lulu’s screams. Like a pig being slaughtered. A crime scene. I was afraid that our neighbours would call the police. In the end, the harvest was quite satisfactory: twenty bills in total.

skinning the man is too far 💀

“You’re not going to throw him in the trash, are you? Don’t throw him out, Anna, please.”

“Why are you crying, Lulu? It’s no big deal, we’ll buy another.”

He stared at me with disgust. “You’re a monster.”

Tears were streaming down his face into the wells of his dimple. It was inundated. The comma had become a period.

“I’d love to get my nose done.”

Lulu spat out his glass of wine.

“Anna, you’re not serious! You can’t risk going under the knife for no reason! Your nose is lovely.”

“Hey ho, young man!” Veronica interrupted. “Does women’s liberation mean nothing to you? We don’t need your permission. What’s next, we can’t have a checkbook or a bank account in our name? The patriarchy is over.”

He [Mehdi] continued by telling me about his problems, the bills he had to pay and all the rest. But I wasn’t listening. In his panicked eyes, wet with the anxiety of what lay ahead, I saw only the reflection of my own image. I was stunning. I examined my designer dress and my brand-name lipstick. I was smiling like in a dream. The world was in perfect harmony. The planets were finally aligned. 💀

We could have pulled that super classy move where you point a finger at a random city on the globe and take off, but I was too afraid we’d land on Frankfurt, Bucharest, or even Vierzon. Somewhere ugly and not at all Instagrammable. In the end, we decided, or rather I decided, on Tahiti.

they should’ve went to Dublin for Lulu

After a few minutes of walking, Lulu stopped in front of a luxury boutique.

“Go on, Anna, go in. Pick out something you like, it’s on me.”

“It’s too expensive, Lulu, you’re crazy. We don’t have the money…”

“The money? My pockets are stuffed with bills. Go on, please, you work so hard, it would make me happy.”

cute. my dream date.

“If you don’t want to see a doctor, you could at least go to a dentist.”

“It will heal, and I promise, it’s not that bad. The most painful part is that you don’t want to kiss me anymore.”

What an idiot. I drew near his splitting lips and planted mine onto them. He was trying to reassure me because he loved me.

We ate frozen pizzas and watched a movie, and then we had sex. With Lulu, at least, I felt like I was important, and the rest didn’t matter. Thanks to him, our minimum-wage life wasn’t so bad, was maybe even kind of nice, in the end.

…let’s see if you still think that later girlie pop

why does her dad always think she’s gone into sex work 😭😭

“Charles-Lucien.”

I thought it was another one of his silly jokes, so I burst into uncontrollable laughter. I spit wine into his face. The red droplets that flecked his skin contrasted with his disproportionate seriousness: he wasn’t laughing.

“That’s my real name.”

“Ah,” I replied. “Can I call you Lulu?”

“Like Beckett’s prostitute?”

Then I noticed the small dimple on his right cheek. I’m sure it was on the right because we were sitting side by side. It looked like a comma. It suited him, that comma, because his words poured out in a continuous surge, with no period. No pause between stories, one right after the other with a disconcerting effortlessness.

That’s when he drove his two emeralds straight into my irises. I saw him straight away, even from afar. In the middle of that absurd galaxy, I saw him straight away. He became the center. Beautiful as the sun. A white face framed by jet black hair. High cheekbones beneath haunting green eyes, nearly translucent. The kind you only see in Photoshop. He had a face made for film, but I couldn’t pinpoint what genre

part V: avalanche ☑️

part IV: your sweet love ☑️ my favourite part so far

“What do you call a cannibal who only eats pussy?” I say, between kisses.

“What?”

“A cativore.” 😐

What is the point of fighting it at all? When this is what I’ve wanted from the second I heard her name, saw her drawings in her cabin. Saw her face for the first time. I haven’t stopped thinking about her, haven’t stopped dreaming and obsessing. Haven’t stopped wanting.
Her. Hannah Lawrence.
I want her.
I want her so fucking much.