“I made you into my private Christ, supplicated with my own dark devotions. Nothing existed beyond the range of your exacting gaze, not even me. I was simply a non-entity when you weren't looking at me, an empty vessel waiting… — S.T. Gibson Copy Share Image
“Desire makes idiots of all of us. But you already knew that part, didn't you?” — S.T. Gibson Copy Share Image
“I made you into my private Christ, supplicated with my own dark devotions. Nothing existed beyond the range of your exacting gaze, not even… — S.T. Gibson Copy Share Image
“Desire makes idiots of all of us. But you already knew that part, didn't you?” — S.T. Gibson Copy Share Image
