If you don’t know who U2 is*, first, unfollow me because you’re an infant. But if you’re still here… you have horrible, awful, neglectful parents who hate you. Please go find someone who can explain to you that the world existed before 1996.
*You don’t have to like them… I haven’t liked anything they’ve done in the last decade. But not knowing they exist is an unacceptable level of stupid.
Show it.
Why wouldn’t you go to school dressed like this?
Because the janitor’s special room in the basement gets really cold this time of year.
People make a big deal out of the loss of virginity, but there are more important milestones in your life.
For example, the first time a man slams you against a wall and warns you not to make him hurt you.
It won’t be the last time, sweetheart. You’ve thought the unthinkable thoughts. You’ve allowed a few paragraphs of text to shred your scruples and fuck your mind. You’re entitled to your shame, to question your own decency; the more you do, the harder you’ll cum when you do it all again next time.
In fact, one might say you’ve got it coming.
That’s it, baby. Show Daddy how dead you are inside…
I love young women.
They make the sexiest mistakes.
When even other women hold you down and tell you that you’re a stupid cunt who has it coming, it’s time to consider that the universe may have a plan for you.
Turning away doesn’t make you more of a lady. It just makes you a shitty whore.
Nice to meet you, too.
