#icos

What am I, your wife?' Boyd asked him, highly amused. Sin seemed to consider that for a moment. 'You would need to exchange bodies with my new boss for that. You can be my slave instead.' Boyd could not help a startled laugh at that. 'I don't know if I like the idea of being your slave,' he informed him with one eyebrow arched in challenge. 'The very nature of that relationship would imply I get no compensation and I just can't agree to that.' 'You get to be in my presence. That should be sufficient compensation. ↗

— Santino Hassell

#icos #sin #nature

La democracia, como yo la veo, es una forma de oligarquía en la que el pueblo, ignorante, cree participar, pero en realidad las elecciones no son más que una coartada para que, aunque rotando, manden siempre los mismos. El secreto de la democracia reside en hacer creer al pueblo que piensa y decide, no en hacerles pensar y decidir realmente. ↗

— Pedro Santamaría

#democracy #español #political #politics #política

If there was a hell beyond what he knew, he would welcome it. He had no reason not to. After all, a life without living was simply a death without dying. What more was there to fear or hate but life, endless life, with no respite? ↗

— Ais

#evenfall #icos #death

Intelligence doesn't always equate to common sense. Or, for that matter, the ability to fully choose one's path in life. ↗

— Ais

#intelligence

It doesn't change that I still want him, I still want to be with him, I still feel like the fucking air has been sucked out of the room when he walks in and I still think about him all the time. ↗

— Santino Hassell

#icos #interludes #sin #change