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“I would be devastating. I’d know exactly how to please a woman, I’d know exactly where to put my fingers, where to put my tongue […] And I’d know exactly how to get that person into it, and get pleasure out of making that person feel pleasure to the point that I probably wouldn’t even have to enter… But when I did it would be explosive.” (x)

I fucking love cats. But strays…
At my new house, you only see a cat silently watching you from atop a wall hanging with ivy, or a roof shadowed by a tree. If it’s bright enough to see more than their eyes, or you try to move towards them, they’ll stare a moment longer then disappear when you blink. You won’t see where they go, but you may spot them again further down the street, watching once more.
They just appear and disappear without a warning. A small flicker in the corner of your eye, and they’re there. If it’s dark, all they need do is close their eyes, and you won’t see them open again. There’s almost always one cat, though.
They’re always watching…

It’s interesting to read, yes. Not so interesting to live it. I walk around my new neighbourhood a lot, trying to learn my way around. But I’m not always back by dark. The cats are still there in the daylight, but not so many. Not so close. Their eyes…not so hungry. I hurry, I move faster, but somehow they manage to keep up without moving.
Watching, always watching, until the moment I close my door. Sometimes I think I hear them whisper to me, hiss in anger when I…escape…

I wish I was just telling a story.

Okay I’ve been thinking about doing smth like this because I have a Suga sketch just waiting to be finished  but! since I dont have that many followers on twitter I’m gonna ask for it here (。・ω・。)ノ♡  for every like (or reblog if you want) I’ll draw a chick! + well….Suga   (・⊝・) ♡