But the memory of his lips on her skin would not fade. Even if she rubbed the spot. Even if she scratched at it.
Those simple words had sped her heart in a way she didn’t like at all.
All day and all night My desire for you Unwinds like a poisonous snake
—Samar Sen, “Love”
She didn’t want to want someone she would never have. But just for tonight, she allowed herself to think of him, to think of the solemn, formal way he had spoken to her, so unlike anyone else. She let herself think of his flashing eyes and crooked smile.
—“Tithe” - Holly Black
No rhyme or reason
I hate the way your dogs don’t listen
I hate the way you let your child run around screaming and causing a ruckus.
I hate the hypocrisy.
I hate the gas prices.
I hate the way you lead me on.
I hate how I love you.
I hate when people stare at me.
I hate your grammar.
I hate these rednecks.
I hate camo.
I hate fines.
I hate when people post every fucking move they make on facebook.
I hate that I have to filter myself.
Who are you to judge me?
Why are you so immature?
Why won’t you listen?
I hate when you speak with your mouth full.
Why do you make such a mess when you eat?
How old are you?
Why are you so nosy?
…Guess that’s all for now.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
