There is a deeper, more profound reason for this craving for acceptance and glory. Put simply, it's because all writers are fat and/or ugly. And generally socially inept. Me being the notable exception, of course. Writers want to be special, because they're so not. They're losers, overgrown kids who've never escaped from being misfits and who have run away into their own imaginations in an attempt to find self-esteem. Why do you think they all star in their own books? Self included.
Chancery StoneMots clés writing writers chancery-stone danny
What is a friend if not someone you feel close to, someone you like being with, someone you can confide in and share pleasure with.
-Jeremy Malory-
Mots clés friendship love danny jeremy-malory
When he was done adding sloe gin and grenadine, Danny shoved the glass across the counter to Drew. "Try that and tell me what it needs."
Drew took a sip, then coughed and set the glass down. "That's awful."
Danny scowled and tossed a dripping tablespoon at him. "You're awful. I'm looking for constructive feedback, asshole. What does it need?"
Drew threw the tablespoon back. "It needs to be taken out and shot."
"Make your own damn drink, Mr. Mixology.
And keep a watch out at the garage door, because you’ll be back by the stroke of seven thirty and in time for dinner or else you’ll turn back into an alien and be deported to your home planet.
Kelly CreaghHe likes those first moments, the first touch of naked skin against naked skin, of pressing into each other, his cock growing hard against Danny's. Each time it is like discovering that he's been starving in some way, a hunger or thirst in him that he's been only half aware of. Holding Danny tight, it's like finding something that he didn't know was lost. Something worth more than anything else in the world. Something he would have perished without.
Rock Lane CooperWow. I've never been in... uh..."
"A fag's bedroom before."
"Yeah."
"Well don't touch anything. It's contagious.
And who exactly is supposed to eat all of that?" I asked Jonathon telepathically.
"Don’t worry we’ll put on a show like we’re eating. Danny and Mason will probably eat all of it anyway." He said back.
"You’re probably right." I said laughing silently in my head remembering how they devoured the pancakes this morning and how I had no doubt they’d do the same with the cake. It would be like watching semi-evolved cavemen hunt. Minus the loincloths of course.
Mots clés danny mason kylie jonathon
Boys,” said Amelia as she and Patrick stepped forward with the last gift, “Can you never give anyone anything useful?”
At the same time Danny and Mason broke out into grins and said, “But those are useful.” Amelia shook her head, her blond curls cascading beautifully around her.
Miracles happen on Christmas, Pat. Everybody knows that shit.
Matthew QuickMots clés miracles christmas danny pat
What if you died?"
"I'd sit up there on the edge of my cloud and throw stuff at you."
"Jordy!"
"Daniel!"
"I love you."
"I know. I love you too.
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