Vierce Farell

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my fashion sense is called i am cold and pissed off

*hits on you* *actually hits you*

am i petty, bitter, obnoxious, and jealous? yes. am i going to change that? well,

I wanna be glamorous, I wanna be murderous

Destroy them. Let them think you need them and then throw them away. Act like you never knew them. And when they say that you’re selfish, tell them how right they are.

Screw them and their little games. You never needed the cheap thrill of having their attention and amusement. You’ve grown far beyond that, and they can’t ever dream to reach you.

One day they’ll thank you. Even if it’s when they’re on their death bed, just know, it’s coming.

Set your past on fire and watch it burn in their eyes.

The only place they’re good enough for is under your heel.

No one could ever do what you do. You are the mastermind.

You’re two steps ahead everybody else. They won’t know what hit them.

Needing validation from them is beneath you now.

Karma’s almost as much of a bitch as I am.

You are the most dangerous person in the room. And the beauty is that none of them know it.