Sendak is in search of what he calls a “yummy death”. William Blake set the standard, jumping up from his death bed at the last minute to start singing. “A happy death,” says Sendak. “It...

I looked at Micah, who shrugged. I looked at Rafael, who shook his head. Nice that none of us knew why he was undressing.

Sometimes you fight what you are, and sometimes you give in to it. And some nights you just don’t want to fight yourself anymore, so you pick someone else to fight.

The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn’t fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now.I...

Sticks and stones will break your bones, but failure will get you killed.

I’m glad we can be friends.”There’s that word again. It’s like a safe word.

You look wonderful”, Jason said.”No compliments, Jason. I’m uncomfortable enough in the lingerie.””Then by all means take it off.

I didn’t know who I was or who I wanted to be until you stumbled into my life. I refuse to let you go.

I knew what was like to finally be seduced by the thing you hunted. Mine just happened to be a more traditional seduction. Okay, at least I was still among the living.

I almost feel bad for declining, but I feel more terrible that I can’t stop looking at how his chest rises and falls with each of his frustrated breaths.

Orospu çocuğu kan emicilerle çıkmaya başladığından beri bana hiç bir konuda tüm gerçeği anlattığına inanmıyorum Anita”Politik olarak doğrusunu söylemek gerekirse,senin o orospu çocuğu kan emici dediğin vampir, ST Louis’nin Şehir Efendisi Dolp”O seninde efendinmi Anita?”Ne?”Şehir...

I mean, aren’t we all tormented by past relationships?

The following Discourse [on art, by Sir Joshua Reynolds] is particularly Interesting to Blockheads as it endeavours to prove that There is No such thing as Inspiration & that any Man of a plain Understanding...

The truth is, I always want to kiss you.

The dark-haired clothes horse, who generally meant well, was a dufus, but he was family

He doesn’t let me argue further as he returns to his room. I pray for my sanity that he clothes himself, because the last thing I need is the image of Blake’s naked torso dripping...

Morning, roomie.” His voice is like a shot of caffeine that ignites my body. How does he do that?