Oh hey there. Sorry about the silence. (Dear diary, it happened again.) I thought I had a job, you see, but it turns out I just had a bit of bullshit stuck on me. Once I realized I could make more money giving handjobs at the bus stop...... why would I even bother? I didn't …
I have a surplus of ultra fine glitter to wipe the smile off your face.
Show him the silhouette, but not the whole goddamn taco kit, like you don't fucking value yourself.
Stir only when it looks like it's losing interest in you. Add fuckboys to taste.....
Stir the laundry of your soul in the bathtub of your life, if you fucking have to.
Speaking the truth will only drive away the type of person who plans to do you harm.
He wouldn't know the truth from a fucking spatula in his arse....
I loved you, But you're toxic. I release you, With a dropkick!
It is our DUTY to stick dildos on the cars of any dude who does us wrong.
Don't always pray, but when I do... it goes like this: slick rhymes ensue.