Y'all always like my work but you run such innocent profiles.
I see through your veils.
Y'all always like my work but you run such innocent profiles.
I see through your veils.
I’ve noticed that I went from porn and occasional stuff here and there to porn and such.
And that this has replaced facebook and other forms technological semi-asocial communication.
Other people cheering for football
“Fumble!… Incomplete pass!”
Me
Damn, that bitch dropped that ball!
I feel like researching serial killers and brutal murderers/dictators may not be the best thing to do for no reason other than ‘because I can’
I promise I’m not going to kill anyone
And even if I was I’d probrobly be researching how to do that
And I have no intention to.
I have been getting a lot more fan mail and a lot less hate mail
I guess these people don’t like it when you’re an asshole to them, I’d never guess
I used to be a wimp like you, until I got Anchor Arms.
I used to think there was no such thing as perfect
Until I met you.
If I kept my thoughts in a journal or diary or whatever, it would be full of me thinking of how I can get out of doing stuff I don’t want to do, remembering things I forgot to do, coming up with short rhymes, and pages upon pages of my crush’s name and stuff we did
I used to want to go to heaven
Now that I’ve met you I know that heaven’s overrated.