Tag: mindfuckery

When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother, what will I be?
Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?
Here's what she said to me:
You were a mistake and no one will ever love you.

At some point, it stops being about bad choices.

See, if you make enough wrong turns, eventually, you won’t have the situational awareness to make an informed decision about the way home… you won’t know where you are or where you’re going.… Read the rest “”

How hard do I have to hit your tits before you stop moving?

Let’s explore the mystery together, shall we?

Jesus. Someone put a blanket over its cage and maybe it will go to sleep.

Regret isn’t water soluble.

Okay, folks, let’s clear something up. 

I understand that your domestic cunt is handy to have around when you want to punch something with your cock… no matter how stupid or unattractive she might be, her holes are better at catching cum than any Kleenex.… Read the rest “”

Personal fulfillment doesn’t always manifest itself the way you think it might. Sometimes its an achievement, or a quiet moment of grace. But sometimes it’s just a cheap whore with a cock down her throat and a haunted look in her eyes.… Read the rest “”

Forget the stupid whore with her tongue in your asshole… for fuck’s sake dude, look at the wallpaper! The only thing holding it in place at this point is a thin lacquer of piss and particulate shame, and your face can’t be more than a couple inches from it!… Read the rest “”

Sign of a brain-dead cunt: she acts like she’s ashamed to have her clothes ripped off and sperm slathered all over her face, when what she SHOULD be ashamed of is her half-assed snatch maintenance. You could sand a bookshelf with that thing.