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“Aiden, I love you like everything.”
My heart quickens; my stomach jumps. Every kind of happiness hormone is coursing through me, and I want to have his words tattooed across my chest.
I love you like everything.
“I love you like everything too,” I breathe.”
— Dec 20, 2025 11:02AM
My heart quickens; my stomach jumps. Every kind of happiness hormone is coursing through me, and I want to have his words tattooed across my chest.
I love you like everything.
“I love you like everything too,” I breathe.”
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patrícia
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The place where Elijah and I spent afternoons in a dreamy, lust-sweet haze is already behind me. The place where prayer and sex scented the air in equal measure, where loving God and Elijah both didn’t feel like a betrayal of either, is falling farther and farther away, and now it’s on to the last stop.
— Dec 19, 2025 04:00AM
The place where Elijah and I spent afternoons in a dreamy, lust-sweet haze is already behind me. The place where prayer and sex scented the air in equal measure, where loving God and Elijah both didn’t feel like a betrayal of either, is falling farther and farther away, and now it’s on to the last stop.
patrícia
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I may not survive this 🔥
“Can you fix it?” I breathe, my lips ghosting over his as I speak. “The ache?”
His other hand finds my hip and curls tight around it, holding me in place for his fingers to push against me. “Yeah,” he rasps.
“I want you to fuck it away,” I tell him, pressing my forehead to his. “I want you to fuck me until I’m empty, until I’m drained all the way dry.”
— Dec 18, 2025 02:24PM
“Can you fix it?” I breathe, my lips ghosting over his as I speak. “The ache?”
His other hand finds my hip and curls tight around it, holding me in place for his fingers to push against me. “Yeah,” he rasps.
“I want you to fuck it away,” I tell him, pressing my forehead to his. “I want you to fuck me until I’m empty, until I’m drained all the way dry.”
patrícia
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“I thought you’d chosen the Church over me, but you didn’t, did you?” he asks in a jagged voice. “You chose God over me, and somehow that’s worse than anything else I’d ever thought of, because I can’t compete with God, Aiden.” He gives a short laugh which sounds like it’s been punched out of him. “I can’t compete with fireflies in the cloister.”
— Dec 17, 2025 04:22PM
“I thought you’d chosen the Church over me, but you didn’t, did you?” he asks in a jagged voice. “You chose God over me, and somehow that’s worse than anything else I’d ever thought of, because I can’t compete with God, Aiden.” He gives a short laugh which sounds like it’s been punched out of him. “I can’t compete with fireflies in the cloister.”
patrícia
is 19% done
The holy tension 🥺
“Brother Patrick,” he says again, quietly this time. “Aiden.”[…]
“Look at me.”
His voice is still quiet, but it’s husky too, and low. Hearing it burns a little, like drinking a peated scotch or smoking a clove cigarette. “Look at me,” he repeats, and I can’t take it anymore, I can’t.The need for him now is stronger than any survival instinct I’ve ever had.
I look.
— Dec 17, 2025 12:39PM
“Brother Patrick,” he says again, quietly this time. “Aiden.”[…]
“Look at me.”
His voice is still quiet, but it’s husky too, and low. Hearing it burns a little, like drinking a peated scotch or smoking a clove cigarette. “Look at me,” he repeats, and I can’t take it anymore, I can’t.The need for him now is stronger than any survival instinct I’ve ever had.
I look.
patrícia
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The monks bouncing down the hallway on rubber balls is one of the most hilarious things ever 🤣🤣🤣🤣
— Dec 17, 2025 08:05AM
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This is going to be a bumpy ride💜
But I’m still a little unsettled. I came here to leave my past life behind, I came here to live entirely for God, but Elijah keeps blooming in me, and I can’t seem to stop him.
I can’t stop the tender shoots and slender, seeking roots of him, and I am his garden, his soil, his place, and it would be wonderful if I wasn’t supposed to be the garden of my god instead.
— Dec 17, 2025 12:32AM
But I’m still a little unsettled. I came here to leave my past life behind, I came here to live entirely for God, but Elijah keeps blooming in me, and I can’t seem to stop him.
I can’t stop the tender shoots and slender, seeking roots of him, and I am his garden, his soil, his place, and it would be wonderful if I wasn’t supposed to be the garden of my god instead.
