“Regret is the sound of the ghosts of our own making. I will live with mine until I die.” — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“On my birthday, every year since I turned eighteen, she called me at twelve twenty in the morning to wish me happy birthday and… — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“Every gay man out there has at least one man-crush in his past that totally shriveled his nads into raisins and sent him screaming… — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“Last but not least’,” he read, “‘remind Mark I loved him best and most.” — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“You are mine. Mine. I won’t let anyone touch you ever again. No one, you hear me? Not Martin, not any fucking man. No… — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“When you stand at the abyss, you fall to your knees and you fucking grab for any comfort, any little thing to keep it… — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“But since we got back together, or at least were doing something together, he was very possessive of my time. Pretty fucking ironic when… — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“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. Webb Copy Share Image
“I wanted to lay down my armor, my strength and my pain for just a minute and let someone hold me.” — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“I felt close to him, but somehow the energy was sensual but not… sexual. Erotic, yes, but I didn’t want to fuck him. He… — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
“Leave it to your best friend to grab you by the short curly ones with one hand and bitch slap you with the other."… — T.A. Webb Copy Share Image
