she was a beauty who never wanted the prince, she always wanted the beast.
his touch was like heroin in my veins, and i was a greatful addict.
i do what the voices in my underwear tell me to do.
Safety is something that happens between your ears, not something you hold in your hand.
Her scream was half protest, half prayer.
No safe-word was needed; the candle wrote its own contract.
The candle knew exactly where mercy ended and art began.
Truth is the only safe ground to stand on.
Kiss me like you miss me
