"youre mine. and mine only. your body, your mind, and your freedom." he smirks and takes a vintage polaroid camera into his hands. he takes a picture of my useless, naked body on his bed.
Hey guys! If you didn't already know, I identify as asexual. Since I don't really get to talk about it a lot in my real life, I figured I'd share some of my asexual adventures with you! This is a rant book, so the only plot it follows is the one of my life. So here's a free ticket to my train of thought. Who knows whe...
"What's wrong with you?" he asked me. There that sentence hung in the air between us, and I remember now how I wasn't looking at him. How instead I looked up at the clouds that seemed to run faster than my thoughts. "Yeah, there's a word for it," I think I said. - lowercase intended. cover drawn by me.