Okay Xkit, you and I are officially over. You have mangled a post for the last time. and now we are sworn enemies. Have at thee!
UPDATE: I’m talking Xkit for iPad, which I damned well know is abandonware, and have bitched about before, but have persisted in using because my finicky ass prefers a full-screen activity log to the official Tumblr app’s teeny little pop-up.… Read the rest “Clunky Old Software Shit”
Fuck this weather.
Temperatures above 68 degrees Fahrenheit are for girls and swimming pools.
We’ll sit at the table on my patio, and you’ll tell me your life story.
Every time you say something stupid or boring, I’ll smack you upside the head. If my hand gets sore before you’re finished babbling, you win.… Read the rest “”
In my most benevolent moods, all I want for you girls is a little acceptance. Some of you could be so much more than cunts, but if you’re going down that darker road, everything else will always be a detour. They seldom win, those who fight what they are; that’s what makes the fight so noble.… Read the rest “”
Story incoming. It’s not everything I wanted it to be, but I need to finish something.
At the bottom of every pit of despair stands a man with a shovel.
I would hate having a shrill voice. I would hate the oppression of attention. I would hate desperately craving the oppression of attention. I would hate working so hard to be pretty. I would hate feeling like a victim, and how familiar and calming that feeling can become.… Read the rest “”
I’ve always dreamed of wrecking a woman’s life.
But somehow, they always beat me to it.
There’s nothing sexier than listening to pretty girls confess their mistakes.
I honestly don’t know how therapists keep their dicks in their pants.
I want to burn you to the ground and live in your ashes.
