don't you dare fall in love with a writer. the exquisite pleasure of loving him will come with a price. he will turn your lips into metaphors, his poetry will be stuck in between your teeth, and he will make you fall in love with each and every flaw that you have, his tongue will embody his lust and the skin between your legs will become his canvass. his lies will be so white it will be a more potent form of *******. and not for long, he will turn you into just another boring piece of literature.