Leave it to your best friend to grab you by the short curly ones with one hand and bitch slap you with the other."
"His Name was Harley Manfield
Regret is the sound of the ghosts of our own making. I will live with mine until I die.
T.A. WebbA burden shared is a burden halved.
T.A. WebbEvery gay man out there has at least one man-crush in his past that totally shriveled his nads into raisins and sent him screaming off into the night.
T.A. WebbMots clés humorous
It took a village to raise a child, and it took a rainbow of colors to make them feel at home and comfortable.
T.A. WebbI wanted to lay down my armor, my strength and my pain for just a minute and let someone hold me.
T.A. WebbWhen you stand at the abyss, you fall to your knees and you fucking grab for any comfort, any little thing to keep it from swallowing you whole.
T.A. WebbMots clés second-chances
I think I grew up that night. It might have been Patrick that lost his virginity, but it was me that lost my innocence.
T.A. WebbPain is like rain, it covers your skin and soaks in bone-deep, but it eventually recedes and allows fresh things to grow.
T.A. WebbYou are mine. Mine. I won’t let anyone touch you ever again. No one, you hear me? Not Martin, not any fucking man. No more, Benjamin. Are we clear? Do you understand me? No more!” ~Marcus
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