“Don’t you d-dare say you’re ugly or stupid or w-worthless. Don’t you dare! Y-you’re a giant because an ordinary man’s body is ttoo small for what you are"
“My hand. My ugly face. My ogreish body. Alys, my mother was a whore and my father was a thief. I’m nobody, nothing.”“Don’t you dare say that!” Her green eyes flashed..... “Some man is going to find you, Brute, and he’s going to sweep you off your great big feet, and then he’s gonna spend the rest of his days realizing how damned lucky he is!"
He recognized the expression on Leynham’s face then: desperation. “St-st-stay awhile. D-d-d-don’t g-g-g-go back to y-y-your v-v-v-village yet. P-p-p-p-please.” Every word was a painful effort, and he seemed to hold his breath as he waited for an answer.“I’ve nothing to go back to. I’ll stay.”
If his hips healed, maybe they could hook him up to a cart and use him like a mule, he thought sourly. Maybe he could stand in the corner and help hold up the ceiling
Imagine a world where trust doesn’t existWhere you’re told where to walkHow to talkWhat to eatWhere to sleepImagine a world where everyone hatesWhere time has stoppedNo place is safeWhere you have no worthWhere you’re all aloneImagine a world that’s not like thisMissing it hurts.
"Because people should not be punished for loving and hoping and holding their hearts open"
"Wasn't that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted?"
Lord, I’d like to thank you for giving me the opportunity to find that kind of crazy chemistry with someone. And a special shout-out for blow jobs. In the name of Jesus, we pray. Let the church say Amen
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