It’s easy to prove you love me.
Just say “thank you” when I’m done.
It’s easy to prove you love me.
Just say “thank you” when I’m done.
If your man won’t force other women to eat your pussy at knife-point, what exactly is he doing for you?
I’m inside you now, although bravely you’ve fought; I’m the stain on your soul that betrays its rot.
Nothing surrenders like a cunt, literally and figuratively; they’re designed by nature –that most profound of misogynists– to take the abuse that comes their way, swallow everything they’re given, and make the process simple, satisfying, and consequence-free.
For everyone but themselves, of course.
I’ve had enough of your screams.
Tell me how you feel with your eyes.
Cool. When I’m done, you can use yourself to show everyone where the bad man touched you.
Choices are for those who can make them.
Girls are for those who can take them.
I don’t want to victim-blame or anything, but I can’t help but feel that some of your life choices may have contributed to this state of affairs.
No darling, never. I’m a firm believer in placing my trash in the appropriate receptacle when disposing of it.
Some of us actually care about the environment, y’know?
Nothing makes a cunt feel more alive than a man who has the physical, emotional, and intellectual capacity to utterly destroy her.