A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day in corruption, lies, chatter. This he had preserved. Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“For that moment the heat, the mission, the miscommunication and confusion-non of it mattered. The only thing that did matter was the way their clothed erections ground against each other. The only thing that mattered was how it felt to… — Santino Hassell Copy Share Image
