#phycopath

You want a guy that's sweet,

a guy that's tough

A feminist who likes to pay for stuff

The kind of guy that gets along with your friends

Without being attracted to any of them

A good boy,

a bad boy;

a good bad boy;

A half good, half bad, half boy

Loves your brothers,

sensitive but not weak and

Is a great lover, calls your mother on the weekend

Jamie’s Halloween Costume, Lefty. Because why not

Here’s some Halloween Costumes

Bite-Sized Horror Story About A Shapeshifting Criminal.

He proudly pulled out his wallet.

I had asked to see his ID.

He didn't match his picture.

Not even slightly.

I told him that we couldn't help if he were unable to identify himself.

But still, he insisted that he was the person in the photo.

Not knowing what to say, I said nothing.

Before the guards could arrive, the man started aggressively grabbing at his face.

Scabby skin was torn off piece by piece.

Bystanders looked on, fearful.

Some even fled the building.

Skin was hitting the ground with several tiny plops.

When he was finally finished, he had a new face.

An entirely new face.

“Now can you see who I've been all along?” whispered the mysterious man in a raspy voice.

I felt an uneasiness trickling throughout my body.

I gave him a smile, then took the ID out of his hand.

I quickly studied the photo once more.

It matched perfectly.

He grinned.

I began giving him the service I had recently denied him.