whenever I get lonely because you’re far away, I think of all those precious things you say. they keep me warm~
j’ai faim. j’ai envie de cochonneries.
it’s snowing, I’m in the west, there’s four cats and lots of coffee, fuck it I’m not going to class lalalalalala
every now and then I am reminded how much I actually love him and it is overwhelming. but damn it makes me happy. best almost seven months ever~
like father like daughter golden and sealed.
oh, hey there trashbag!
y’know, I was already fully aware of your constant need to spread filth about absolutely anyone/thing that crosses your path. it would be kinda cool if you could use a bit more originality when making shit up though.
sometimes it is just so alluring to be as cruel as possible. granted, jiminy cricket always stops me a quarter of the way through. he says I shouldn’t sink to her level, but really~ I don’t think I could ever go that deep. he knows I could never go that deep. at least I hope he does. my skin isn’t green enough. and I still don’t melt when young girls toss buckets of water...