splayed & flayed, the loveless artifice

everytime i want something i should be shot in the head

this fetish stuff is getting out of hand what the fuck is word play

you should NOT be at the club. you should be in the streets, june 5th, 1832, paris france. you should be building a barricade

the results came back: the doctor says the beating of my heart echoes the beating of the drums

don't care + didn't ask + get real + you're no longer a child + who cares about your lonely soul + our little lives don't count at all

citizens I checked the weather app and apparently there's one more day before the storm

sorry i can't hang out today i'm going to the barricade. yeah it's gonna be all day sorry.

General Lamarque has been dead for 194 slutty, slutty years

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

Can we stop with the character development. Where's my beach episode.

“i was born afab!” “i was born amab” well i was born inside a jail I was born with scum like you I am from the gutter too

Hucklerobby could never happen in cannon simply because if Trinity Santos even got an inkling of an older man in a position of power trying something with one of her friends, she’d materialize behind Robby with a fucking gun