Comes, saut dans le vide, my lover
In my youth the greatest tide washed up my prize
You ©
Jaal & Ryder: *cute, innocent, flirty banter*
Jaal, suddenly: I want to eat you out.
Ryder:
Like, 90% of the reason I learned how to draw was so that I could force fictional characters to makeout.
Friend: “Hey, I haven’t seen you in forever! how are you?”
me: “Fine, thanks.”
Lemony Snicket from outta nowhere: “Of course, in this case, ‘fine’ is only meant to reassure. She has never been less fine, nor was she ever fine in the first place. Here, the word ‘fine’ could be defined as ‘I am actually slowly dying on the inside, but don’t wish for anyone to worry’.
