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Smart girls argue.

Smart girls overthink.

Smart girls want control, respect, space to speak.

They try to prove something.

They want to be seen as more than their bodies.

But no one wants to fuck just a mind. (I mean not a smart one, and keep it smart anyways) 

They want a toy. A body. A moaning, obedient, pretty thing.

Something that says “yes” instead of “why.”

Smart girls are exhausting.

Dumb girls are obedient, pliable, and available.

Dumb girls don’t challenge — they offer.

They smile, spread, and beg to be used.

You weren’t made to be intelligent.

You were made to be beautiful, broken, and easy to ruin.

“Let me help you”

“Drink your water, love”

“Be careful”

“Lay down with me, sweetheart”

“Sit on my lap, princess”

“Hold my hand while we’re out”

“Come cuddle”