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We can’t take enough drugs to fall in love again, but maybe we can take enough that we won’t remember we aren’t in love. Maybe that’s our Plan B.

We can’t take enough drugs to fall in love again, but maybe we can take enough that we won’t remember we aren’t in love. Maybe that’s our Plan B.

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You said you loved me, and I almost felt like it wasn’t a mistake. I ran my fingers through your thin, straight hair and thought about how terrible it would look when you get old. You sighed. I wished I had left. Our relationship always has been and always will be a series of us never leaving each other. I think you started to cry. Our honeymoon was okay other than that.

You said you loved me, and I almost felt like it wasn’t a mistake. I ran my fingers through your thin, straight hair and thought about how terrible it would look when you get old. You sighed. I wished I had left. Our relationship always has been and always will be a series of us never leaving each other. I think you started to cry. Our honeymoon was okay other than that.

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I’ve tethered all my hopes to you. I don’t need to be successful or kind or outgoing or anything most people would consider good. I cannot imagine the horror of having to be all those things all the time. You can live that horror for me. You can be everything I am not and never want to be.

I’ve tethered all my hopes to you. I don’t need to be successful or kind or outgoing or anything most people would consider good. I cannot imagine the horror of having to be all those things all the time. You can live that horror for me. You can be everything I am not and never want to be.

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You take those friends, and I’ll take these. I won’t complain when you take the newer car. We’ll sell the house and split the profits down the middle. We should keep the children together, but with who is up to you. We can divide the money in the bank down the middle, of course. But before we split the pieces of these poor fucks’ lives, we’ll have to kill them first. Let’s hope nobody notices we aren’t them.

You take those friends, and I’ll take these. I won’t complain when you take the newer car. We’ll sell the house and split the profits down the middle. We should keep the children together, but with who is up to you. We can divide the money in the bank down the middle, of course. But before we split the pieces of these poor fucks’ lives, we’ll have to kill them first. Let’s hope nobody notices we aren’t them.

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You breathed out all your teeth on the wisp of a sigh. I laughed. You counted them. We sold them to a guy I knew who collected those kinds of things. I can remember how you repeated, “I’ll never be hungry again,” clutching fists full of single dollar bills in your hands. We got high that night and knocked out all my teeth so we could do it over again the next day.

You breathed out all your teeth on the wisp of a sigh. I laughed. You counted them. We sold them to a guy I knew who collected those kinds of things. I can remember how you repeated, “I’ll never be hungry again,” clutching fists full of single dollar bills in your hands. We got high that night and knocked out all my teeth so we could do it over again the next day.

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The day they locked me up, I said goodbye to my wife and kids knowing I would never see them again. They allow visitors in prison, sure, but I would never accept those visitation requests. I didn’t murder that old man and leave a mountain’s worth of physical evidence at the crime scene pointing to me and only me so I would have to see my family again. No, I did it all to escape them forever. I traded one kind of freedom for another.

The day they locked me up, I said goodbye to my wife and kids knowing I would never see them again. They allow visitors in prison, sure, but I would never accept those visitation requests. I didn’t murder that old man and leave a mountain’s worth of physical evidence at the crime scene pointing to me and only me so I would have to see my family again. No, I did it all to escape them forever. I traded one kind of freedom for another.

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You wrote a back story for yourself. You made me call you “Duchess,” and you wore a gown and white gloves. You wore a necklace of pearls that were almost definitely fake. We acted out intricate scenes of courtship together. I kissed your hand and asked your permission before I fucked you, but your elaborate character didn’t make you less of a whore. I paid you when we were done, and you started the whole thing over again with the next guy, I assume.

You wrote a back story for yourself. You made me call you “Duchess,” and you wore a gown and white gloves. You wore a necklace of pearls that were almost definitely fake. We acted out intricate scenes of courtship together. I kissed your hand and asked your permission before I fucked you, but your elaborate character didn’t make you less of a whore. I paid you when we were done, and you started the whole thing over again with the next guy, I assume.

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You would get drunk and call me, and we’d have sex in the backseat of my car. Not most nights but enough nights. Not most nights but often enough that you seemed pathetic. I would have tried to save you if you weren’t so much fun. I would have loved you, maybe, but I was too young to know what love was. I was too young to care.

You would get drunk and call me, and we’d have sex in the backseat of my car. Not most nights but enough nights. Not most nights but often enough that you seemed pathetic. I would have tried to save you if you weren’t so much fun. I would have loved you, maybe, but I was too young to know what love was. I was too young to care.

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I don’t want you to be nice to me. I don’t care if you remember my birthday. I don’t need you to ask me about my day or take care of me or say you love or hold me at night. None of that matters to me. All I want is for you to help me find the man who murdered my father, and you can hold him down while I get my revenge.

I don’t want you to be nice to me. I don’t care if you remember my birthday. I don’t need you to ask me about my day or take care of me or say you love or hold me at night. None of that matters to me. All I want is for you to help me find the man who murdered my father, and you can hold him down while I get my revenge.

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I wake up when it’s still dark out, and I go to bed when it’s still light. I step into the shower fully clothed when it says it’s raining where you are. I go tanning when it’s especially sunny where you are, and I set up a series of bombs and debris and traps for every time you are caught in a bombing raid there. It’s the only way I feel close to you.

I wake up when it’s still dark out, and I go to bed when it’s still light. I step into the shower fully clothed when it says it’s raining where you are. I go tanning when it’s especially sunny where you are, and I set up a series of bombs and debris and traps for every time you are caught in a bombing raid there. It’s the only way I feel close to you.