If I could have any girl at all, it would be a girl with ink.
But that’s if I could have a girl at all.
i want a relationship but i want them to be like a friend to me, i dont want the relationship to be all about kissing, making out and sex i just wanna hang out with them, and go places, and just have fun wherever we go
I’m done with this Beta lifestyle.
Alpha for the rest of my days.
And if I can’t do that.. then it’s a beta!
Fuckit.
Sleep!
“Look at her, bleeding that man dry. He’s tired and sick, but no matter what, he gives that girl his everything. It’s funny, ya know? She came from some small town to live with this guy, however sodden and mundane his life may be, but she wanted to get it all. What’s ironic, is no matter how much she says she loves him, she just means she loves his materials. His “love” is an object she claimed.
I took her in bed, the other day. It’s sad, really, but I just had to find out if she was truly caring for him. It took two hours and a few sweet words, and she just lay unclothed. Poor gent. I can’t tell him, but he should know.
She has that brand-name purse of Gucci or Prada, probably a gift of expect from him. Clothes, laden in black, showing just enough skin to let the imagination speculate. Poor sod, just sitting there with a smile, but his taste is getting bitter to her.
Next week, it’ll be a new flavor and his heart will wither away, like the rose itself, slowly draining the color from his life, until nothing but the dark grays of black and white remain.”
