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richard silken poems but they’re about clowns

you’re in a car with a beautiful boy and a beautiful boy and a beautiful boy and a beautiful boy and a beautiful boy and a beautiful boy and a beautiful boy and a beautiful

lost all my bart coin nedless to say im gonna marge into oncoming traffic

well at least im not 11 or 12 or 13 or 14 or 15 or 16 or 17 or 18 or one of those awful years

Fie, I remember my teen years, t’was when I was a squire. Terrible thing those years. I am Johnathan Darksouls

i know you always have my back johnathan darksouls

the only way out is through but fuuuuuuuuuck fuuuuucckkkk cant i like scooch past or something

"I'm still kicking" is such a funny way to say "I'm still alive". Like lol. I'm still thrashing. Flailing. Writhing even. The violence remains.

the thing about lestat is that. he is who I'd would be if i were evil and french and a vampire.

rb this with how long you’ve been on tumblr and what ur blog was initally about vs what’s it about now

i honestly prefer to kick a man when hes down. its the easiest time to do it

when something good happens to you be sure to say "this is the result of my latent psychic powers acting subconsciously upon my desires" and when something bad happens to you say "this is the result of God choosing to punish me for not being able to get pregnant"