Poor little thing. That’s what happens when you hang around men who only have a conscience when you’re conscious.
Category: Stories & Captions
A collection of stories, photo captions, and shoddy poetry
A splendid idea! You be the Princess, and I’ll be the Revolting Peasant who kicks down your bedroom door, drags you into the street, and makes you pay for all the wrongs in the world.
The applause her pussy needs is the applause it deserves; give her an ovation that stings as she sings.
Don’t try to give me your busywork, cunt. You want to die, do it on your own time.
Now, your dreams and self-esteem, on the other hand…? I will murder that shit for you, pro bono.
I love that porn is now half-sex, half-freakshow. A woman’s dignity has never once given me an erection.
Don’t give me that look. You know what you did.
She no longer needs her words; everything she has to say can be best expressed through her eloquent trembling.
My sweet little nothing, the girl whose truest poetry can only be written in the jagged meter of a thrill down the spine.
Men know things. For example, if you piss hard enough on a piece of shit, eventually it will break.
Just don’t forget to flush when you’re finished.
Before the trunk, light; after it, dark. Before the trunk, hope; after it, emptiness. Before the trunk, joy; after it, pain. Before the trunk, autonomy; after it, property.
It’s like a cocoon that turns butterflies back into caterpillars.
Condoms are just juice boxes for broken girls.