#userblush

please don't lump me in with that, you know, i could give a shit what color you are. no, what i want is deeper. i want your eye, man. i want those things you see through.

you're not going to believe me. but i need you to remember what i'm saying. okay? this thing…it's going to follow you. somebody gave it to me, and i passed it to you, back in the car. it could look like someone you know, or it could be a stranger in a crowd. whatever helps it to get close to you.

This is the story about the nightingale.

You're a good man. A moral man insp

Cupid, ancient Roman god of love in all its varieties, the counterpart of the Greek god Eros and the equivalent of Amor in Latin poetry. Cupid often appeared as a winged infant carrying a bow and a quiver of arrows whose wounds inspired love or passion in his every victim. 

Qveen Herby's "The Show"

Taylor Swift — Can't Stop Loving You (Phil Collins cover) in the Live Lounge

there is an idea of a patrick bateman; some kind of abstraction. but there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. and though i can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, i simply am not there.