You are the brightest star in the sky. The most beautiful person I have ever met, both inside and out. I would go to the end of the earth for your happiness.
And the things I would do to bring you to the heights of pleasure are limited only by the human imagination.
[ He cannot bear to be around others. He cannot bear to be alone. The days drag like oil, thick and sludgy, and he drags himself out of the bed he now sleeps in alone to face each new day with a feeling like ice in his veins. Detachment, as he puts together his new place in this house — as he reckons with loneliness, with being difficult (if not impossible) to care for.
When he feels his rotting eye fill, when the light becomes unbearable and the darkness becomes a nightmare, he resolves, at first, to weather it alone. He knows, now. that it’s finite. All he has to do is wait.
At the end of the second hour, his name appears on Mithra’s phone screen. Whether or not she picks up, the message — spoken hoarsely, struggling to remain level — is the same: ]
I’d … like to ask a favor of you, if you’re not … if you aren’t indisposed.
misfire | kool_jewel_08
And the things I would do to bring you to the heights of pleasure are limited only by the human imagination.
ignore that i cant pay attention to my accounts
story of my life
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@samlicker81 • nsfw misfire
I hope you're thirsty tonight. ;)
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@coan_tean, misfire, nsfw
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Sunny!
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@s — text.
@MNANTONESCU
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📞 voice — un: silco.
When he feels his rotting eye fill, when the light becomes unbearable and the darkness becomes a nightmare, he resolves, at first, to weather it alone. He knows, now. that it’s finite. All he has to do is wait.
At the end of the second hour, his name appears on Mithra’s phone screen. Whether or not she picks up, the message — spoken hoarsely, struggling to remain level — is the same: ]
I’d … like to ask a favor of you, if you’re not … if you aren’t indisposed.
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