#muse:zar

sorry y’all, i don’t fucking fight gnomes. i’m not here to perpetuate and participate in his masochism kink, lmao. just have honey pull your hair, bro. besides, i don’t resort to fighting that fucking quickly because i have this little thing called: self-control. ( shoutout to my therapist, maurice. love you, bitch. )  fighting is reserved for when you’ve hurt someone i love, you’re openly bullying someone, or you’re harassing a chick.

the only person that fucking short and emo that i respect is jules. zar talks a lot of shit for someone who actually murdered a dude. he should probably worry about the blood on his hands instead of talking this much shit. and for the record, people who run their mouth this much? usually are pussys when it matters most. 

there is no deal with me and zar, only complete fuckin’ fiction that zar’s invented for funsies. zar wants there to be an issue more than absolutely fucking anything, and jumps on every opportunity to rag on me when hears my name, like some sort of pavlov affect. could be because he surrounds himself with so many dogs, who knows? i think he’s bored personally, and needs to see a therapist for all his fucking rages issues. i don’t even know why he hates my guts with so much passion. it’s not my fault the dude didn’t grow more than seven inches and is taken it out of the tallest fucker he knows. like, alright napoleon, slow your fucking roll there. but you know what they say… there’s a fine line between love and hate, so lowkey he’s a fan. love my fans, zar included. anyway, my only issue is that this has totally thrown a wrench in my friendship with my boy honeybear. miss that bitch. hope he’s good.