He had but one task. As usual, he couldn’t help but fuck it up, fall slightly into a metaphorical K-hole… Read more Une Demande de Photo
He had but one task. As usual, he couldn’t help but fuck it up, fall slightly into a metaphorical K-hole… Read more Une Demande de Photo
Something in her knew it was going to be ill-advised to leave the arrangements for the lodging to Lucien. It… Read more Alone, Together at the Aparthotel
He was adamant, nay, obsessed with pens. It was the one thing in his life that he needed–absolutely had to–have… Read more The Plume Protector
It was something she had always heard said, though she couldn’t remember where or from who anymore. That if someone… Read more And I You
I hug my sexual assaulter like it’s nothing. It is he, in fact, who acts skittish about “making nice” in… Read more I Hug My Sexual Assaulter Like It’s Nothing
You never particularly liked Victor Hugo. Thought he was too “grandiose” in his maudlinness. Though you had to admit there… Read more Maison de Victor Hugo
“He was such a genius.” “Such. No one will ever replace him.” “I heard he made arrangements to have his… Read more At Fashion’s Funeral
There exist many types of men, and yet, ultimately just one: the kind who leaves. But within that category are,… Read more Hope You Find Comfort In Your Art, He Said, Hope You Find Comfort in Being A Sociopath, She Returned
People asked her what she was planning for Valentine’s Day, as though she didn’t indulge herself every single day like… Read more Romance Scams
“I used to use them,” he says sheepishly as a means of justification, further digging his grave of insensitivity by… Read more The Quondam Condom User