...you're laying in bed, and he's talking, and you find yourself honestly wondering what he'd do if you said "I'm sorry- I can't hear you over all the voices in my head screaming swearwords at God. Could you repeat that a little louder, please?"
...any relationship tactic taken in the book (or film) American Psycho might make sense.
...you wonder what it would smell like if you were to slice open a human body, and push your nose in there, right up against the recently-living meat, and just... inhale.
...any relationship tactic taken in the book (or film) American Psycho might make sense.
...you wonder what it would smell like if you were to slice open a human body, and push your nose in there, right up against the recently-living meat, and just... inhale.
I am finding myself wondering about the scent input of raw meat, for some reason. No idea why.
I'd say that sounds familiar, but it doesn't. My voices were screaming, "get the hell out while you still can."
My icon expresses my concern for you, sir.
By the time I divorced Conradin, however, the reason for killing him would have been never wanting to listen to him again and once he was shut up for good it would have been feeding time for the sharks in the Bay.
People who say that song is anti-woman have never been through a bad breakup.
Bah. That's every day of my marriage. It has come to replace 'good morning' for us.