There is no point in me worrying about what Bloomberg or Badillo will do.
For f*ck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood" ~Zsadist
Love can conquer everything but reality. Which will win every stinking time.
As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.
V rolled the Aquafina bottle between his palms. "How long have you wanted to ask me the question? About the gay thing. " "For a while. " "Afraid of what I'd say?" "Nope, because it doesn't matter to me one way or the other. I'm tight with you whether you like males or females or both. " V looked into his best friend's eyes and realized… yeah, Butch wasn't going to judge him. They were cool no matter what. With a curse, V rubbed the center of his chest and blinked. He never cried but he felt as if he could at this moment.
When she didn't continue, he shrugged. "Just let me bring you coffee. I want to wait on you. Makes me happy
And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.
My aim is a very modern Dior, but at the end of the day, I also look back.
The man who raises a fist has run out of ideas.
Fortunately during my career I have won more or less everything, so I need to enjoy it to have the right motivation.
All the people like us are we, and everyone else is They.