christian_isashame

Status: I'm actually a straight male who just looks like a gay vampire
Joined: March 21, 2016
Last Seen: 7 years
user id: 395816



I don't believe in anything anymore.




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   I was thought to be ‘stuck up’. I wasn't. I was just sure of myself. This is and always has been an unforgivable quality to the unsure.



FRIENDS    CAN    BREAK
YOUR HEART TOO.

Keep it on the low, you're still in love with me but your friends don't know. If you wanted me you would just say so, and if I were you I would never let me go.

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HOW IS IT YOU NEVER
NoTice    THaT    You    aRe
SLOWLY KILLING ME?

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  For if a man chooses to be  

prom.iscuous, he may still aesthetically turn up his nose at prom.iscuity. He may still demand a woman be faithful to him, to save him from his own l.ust. But women have l.ust, too. Why should they be relegated to the position of custodian of emotions, watcher of the infants, feeder of soul, body and pride of man? Being born a woman is my awful tragedy. From the moment I was conceived I was doomed to sprout breasts and ovaries rather than p.enis and sc.rotum; to have my whole circle of action, thought and feeling rigidly circumscribed by my inescapable femininity. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…

 





I'VE NEVER KNOWN WHAT TO DO WITH COMPLIMENTS AND STRANGER'S SMILES.  EVERY KINDNESS HAS A PRICE TAG. I HAVEN'T EARNED IT.  WHO TOLD THEM THE COST? ARE THERE NUMBERS IN HEAVEN?
 
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