Tag: hurt


Screams of pain, muted under screams of pleasure.

The Cactus

The cactus seems the ideal lover; It asks so little, bears a lot. Adorable with colours, ripe with fruit though dry and hot. The cactus says to love it making promises divine, but those who choose to hug it get a face full of its spines. The cactus is not evil, this is merely what ...


This one is about you, at least.

Violent Thirst

What is better - to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?"

Enough of Love

You can stand at the door and wait, but I'd bring a coat.

A Long, Long Time

I'm sure that she meant it at the time.

No Excuses

There are people out there who actually suffer.

If I Could

We do not get to choose who we love.

Little Things, Giant Things

Size is subjective, so is pain.