Shandi Boyes

Usually, I’m the only one who acts daft during our exchanges.

You are my little slice of heaven

You’ll never believe how quick a fact becomes a lie when it’s passed through many lips.”

It should feel stupid fondling myself while being fucked beyond recognition, but it doesn’t.

The broken are the most beautiful. They are fractured souls left defenseless to the people who don’t understand the beauty of their cracks.
I see past the damage. Past their wilted, pained looks. I see the exquisiteness behind the ugliness because the strength required to fix the broken is nothing less than miraculous. It separates men into two groups—cowards and gods.
I belong to the latter.

The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or heard. They are felt. Whether it is an invisible pull or the stars aligning just right, when you find your other half, you never give up the hunt until they are yours.

Power isn’t something that is given.
You take it.
You steal it.
You go to the ends of the earth to find it.
But at no time do you have it stolen from you

“I can sure as hell tell you, if anyone is going to control your life, it won’t be a fucking tablet. It will be me!”

One miserable soul is always better than two.

The broken are the most beautiful. They are fractured souls left defenseless to the people who don’t understand the beauty of their cracks.