girls don’t want boyfriends, girls want their fatal flaw, a morbid longing for the picturesque, to cause them to snap because “what could be more terrifying and beautiful to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?”
I need this woman to shove her entire hand up my vagina like a thanksgiving turkey
𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔣𝔦𝔱𝔰
If I were stuck in a haunted house and I was with a serial killer, you’d best know I’d cling to that serial killer for dear life to protect me from those monsters and shit
—Fyodor Dostoevsky
I myself have been learning mandarin for a couple years and now I can finally put it to good use and communicate with the Chinese president, the Chinese government, Chinese spies, China as a concept, and the Chinese people. I will be sending letters to the legislators in full mandarin, and if that’s too hard for them to understand, I’ll write them in pinyin, posing as a Chinese lawyer, and I will talk about Chinese things to infect their little fragile brains with ai generated images of Jesus and Xi Jinping shaking hands, which they are bound to believe because at the end of the day, the government is just a rich nursing home for Facebook users
I need Ambessa Medarda to reach up my vagina and tickle my ovaries
Playing the lyre has got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
Picking up maidens and shit everywhere I go. They flash me their ankles and bust their bosoms in my direction when I spit those bars of poetry as I pluck the strings of my instrument