#as a

First, good to know my hate traumatized someone. I can now claim the title of ✨professional hater✨ or at least, ✨iconic hater✨.

Second, Argos will bounch the shit out off Mr. Plant's dih if he topping Mr. Plant and by that i mean sitting on top of Mr. Plant and brutally devouring his jr Plant like a hydraulic press, leave no drop escape until he sure that he will bear Mr. Plant's child after that in his womb. But Mr. Plant is a plant, snapped stem come back longer. So the brutal cycle repeat.

Third and last for the other who is unaware of me, feel free to back the fuck off my zone if your Argos is not a bottom/receiver/uke/smth smth along those line. My mutual are aware of me, you should too.

Dressed up in a label, pretty pink with neon letters that promise you’re cherry sweet. But in, inside your darkest heart of broken hearts, you are bitter at the bottom of the bottle. 

Wasted, broken head. Purple skin, blue lips, better off dead. Crimson cuts, black-lined highlighter eyes, dried out blood. Is it only an anthem if you can’t feel the love (I have for you)?