Your Face Is All Fucked Up From Taking The World By The Teeth

Peregrinus ubique

On oubliera aussi nos humeurs puisque le ciel n'est jamais le meme.

He had travelled with me everywhere. Believing in our love, becasue there was no other type of faith. And that's partially how our life moved on. It was the rain that continuously fell to our hair until it fully wet it, immersing it to full salty natural water. As if there was some principal actually making the sky cry to our souls becasue we tainted it full love.

It is forbidden to stay with a man. We knew that but love had done a good job in getting inside our heads and hearts, controlling every single move of our life. Where can we find the tools that help you to defeat this chevalier?

Besides that, we were abandoned by our family and by our God. They all thought that we were betraying them and the faith. But it was the opposite. While loving eachother, we had a stronger faith in family and God, besides religion which perhaps, wasn't as importand as we thought it was. So, yes, we betrayed religion but we didn't betray the truth.

Do you know what's the truth?

The flames inside our hearts.

Your face is all fucked up from taking the world by the teeth

And there's blood on your hands you don't know whose it is

i am fucking crazy

simon who's been in the military so long that sometimes he can't function without someone giving him instruction.

simon who will come to you at all hours of the day, just staring at you in hopes you give him a task to do.

"Simon can you grab-" he's already getting up

"Simon can you cook that chicken in the f-" he's already putting on an apron

"Simon can-" yes. he will. he can and he must. its compulsory at this point.

doesn't need or ask for praise when he completes the task at hand, but will be over the MOON if you do. even a simple "thanks, Si," gets him wagging his tail.

Un animale chiuso dentro il palmo dell’avversario.

Eccomi.

In gabbia.

Non so cosa mi fai ricordare; Quando tu, sei vicino a me, e io più ti vedo più penso a come sono la tua preda.

Ti osservo attentamente; prendo le tue abitudini.

Ci assomigliamo tantissimo e non so perché x

Io vedo te, che però sei me.

Sono chiusa in una stanza, piccola assai da prendermi il fiato. E tu, sei un mafioso, mi hai torturato, ucciso e poi mi hai raccolto di nuovo, accarezzandomi le guance con una tenerezza strana.

E cosa avrei potuto fare, io?

Non capisci. Io sono una tua preda.

Qua a New York funziona così la vita.

O fai la preda, o sei il predatore.

“Pensai che toccava a me, prete, dargli quello che gli era dovuto e lasciare che fosse Dio, non gli uomini, a giudicarlo”

-domanda fatta in un intervista a Padre Gigante da Maurizio Chierici per un libro chiamato “Gli eredi dei gangsters”,1975.

Ah, Padre. Dio viene sempre messo in causa. Non vi vergognate?

Io di certo, no. Lo so che sono la preda, del mio nemico, ma sono fiera di esserlo.

Almeno, lui é presente.

the moments behind that insane photo are almost as good as the photo itself

one month post retirement and simon riley had his missus knocked up….. belly round and full with his babe, tits plump and leaking.

you were a sight for sore eyes, one that had simon’s libido reaching even greater heights, ones that he’d been sure he’d already exhausted. yet here he was dick hard and balls full each time he saw you.

he went crazy over the way your swole tits bounced as you rode him, the way your breasts seemed to be spilling at the seems of all your tops, the way your nipples were erect almost all the time and the way you were now hornier than ever.

he’d caught you hiding under the sheets rubbing your needy clit and knuckles deep in your own drooling cunt , his name on your tongue, many a times.

in return a sulking simon pestered you about not letting him help, but you’d just been too worried you’d milked him dry with the sheer amount of sex you’d been having. but boy oh boy were you wrong.

simon had the stamina and load to pipe you for days on end. and that’s exactly what he did for the few weeks ahead, he wanted to imprint his cock in you before sex started to get all too too much for his pregnant wifey.

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

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