Meaningless sex is great. I mean it. It really is. Don’t get all conservative on me, it’s just an opinion. It’s nice to forget the heaviness in your heart and replace with a light pressing in the small of your back. It’s easy to get high off someone else’s lips, and ignore that thudding in your stomach, that constant reminder that you’re far from normal. It’s nice to have dark bruises down your neck than on your heart. I don’t even like using that word, because I don’t think I even fucking own one anymore. Or do I? Just fuck me. I mean it. Fuck me and get me out of here.
“Stepping Into Black Leather” (by me eW)











