I don't want to hide. I want to slow dance with you again. I want to dance with you forever.
Sarah BlackStay with me. I think you might be the love of my life.
Sarah BlackWhat is he, twelve?"
"Fourteen."
"Well, no wonder, then. Hormones are raging! All you want to do when you're fourteen is snatch up a broadsword and hack something to pieces, then find a big rock and fuck it to death.
Stories are our gifts to a world that doesn't see us.
Sarah BlackMots clés writers loneliness storytelling alienation invisibility
I am the king. You’re the knight sitting at my round table. That’s the nature of our relationship when it comes to war or other conflict resolution in this family.
Sarah BlackMots clés parenting-humor
This is what I'm going to remember on the day I die," he said. "Right before I close my eyes, I'm going to remember this, the way your hand feels, the heat of your leg against mine, the smell of the skin on the back of your neck, like burnt sugar.
Sarah BlackYou're the only kick-ass general I know who needs three gay boys to dress him, John."
"But I only need one gay boy to undress me.
Mots clés humor sex gay-romance
I'm going to love him until the stars fall out of the sky.
Sarah BlackMots clés love
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