Ellen Page is a Dyke. No fucking shit, so is Kristen Stewart, not exactly news worthy. “I’m here because I’m gay”. No, you’re there because your career is shit. Move the fuck on.
"I only came here seeking peas."
Love. How sweet it is.
Bloody knees, gun and gas-mask. Sounds like the perfect first date.
The world is full of kings and queens who blind your eyes and steal your dreams.
They said the world would end with a roar, cataclysmic disasters and a battle between good and evil. None of these things came to pass; nothing like that at all. Humankind is hardwired to survive and persevere against all odds and in the face of unspeakable adversity. When worlds collapse and civilizations fall, the cycle begins anew. Conquests, conquerors and the conquered. Each one jockeying for a place within the flow; or desperately trying to outrun the inevitable. They said it would never come to pass that we were safe, cocooned in a world of consumerism and consumption so great that it had never been seen before in recorded history. The world as we knew it served the influences of the elite one percent, and the chasm between the haves and have nots was to be our undoing. Nobody knew then what we know now. Maybe if they had, I would not be in the place now. The place we only know as the in between.
Kiss me damn it! I implore him, but I can’t move. I’m paralyzed with a strange, unfamiliar
need, completely captivated by him. I’m staring at Christian Grey’s exquisitely sculptured
mouth, mesmerized, and he’s looking down at me, his gaze hooded, his eyes darkening.
He’s breathing harder than usual, and I’ve stopped breathing altogether. I’m in your arms.
Kiss me, please. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and gives me a small shake of his
head as if in answer to my silent question. When he opens his eyes again, it’s with some
new purpose, a steely resolve.
Master Of The Universe:
Kiss me damn it! I implore him, but I can‘t move… I‘m paralyzed with a strange, unfamiliar need,
completely captivated by him… I‘m staring at Edward Cullen‘s exquisitely sculptured mouth,
mesmerized, and he‘s looking down at me… his gaze hooded, his eyes darkening. He‘s breathing
harder than usual… whereas I‘ve stopped breathing altogether. I‟m in your arms… holy shit. Kiss
me please. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and very slightly shakes his head, as if in
answer to my silent question. When he opens his eyes again it‘s with some new purpose, a steely