His looks are my weakness, his mind my undoing.
A gentleman holds my hand.A man pulls my hair.A soulmate will do both.
No one is normal. Everyone is just pretending to be normal.
And when one loves kills another, can you still love the one who’s left?
Love is only made more valuable by the risk of heartbreak.
I need to fuck right now more than I need to breath.
Do Not Sell My Personal Information
Exercise your consumer rights by contacting us below Privacy Policy
Personalized advertisements
Turning this off will opt you out of personalized advertisements delivered from Google on this website.