I Have Never Been As Anxious About My Life Or My Future As I Am Right Now, I Really Don’t Know What

Loneliness is a silent killer

When will someone lean his forehead to mine and beg me to give myself to him, to let him see me, touch me, feel me, taste me?

When will someone see me for me? Want me for me?

The Hunt: II

Chapter 1

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Summary: Adeline created a career being a journalist investigator reporting unsolved murder cases based on supernatural aspects. Mystic River is not exception to old wise tales Adeline hears during her work trips. However, the journalist will see supernatural stories aren’t just tales spoken to children in the small town.

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Tested positive for wanting neck kisses

one of my favourite things in the world is casual intimacy. a small hand on your back when you’re in crowded streets. a gentle kick from where they’re sitting across the table. a head on the shoulder, a hand in your hand, a squeeze on the arm as they’re walking past you. and i think maybe love isn’t made up of grand gestures or explosive displays but that it’s made up of the little things. the little things that say i’m here and i care for you and that your life has intertwined so deeply into mine that that there’s no need to think, because casual intimacy comes easy

The Hunt: VI

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The Hunt Series

Adeline could still feel it, the sharp teeth sinking into her ankle, the fear that made her cry and sweat, the heat brushing against her exposed neck, and the weight of the beast pinning her down into the wet dirt. Helpless, scared, confused, feeling it all at once has left her hysterical, nearly pissing her pants, running from the darkness that clouded her mind. There was no escape, no one to save her from her thoughts and hysteria, no one to find her out in the middle of the woods bleeding.

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I need a soul vacation.

whats your type?

Fictional men written by women.