It’s fun to chant “Bloody Mary” into your car’s side mirror three times and watch her jog and try to keep up.
"if feminists want equality does this mean we can punch women now?"
go ahead chicken shit punch me in the fucking face. i will shove your entire upper body into your own ass and make you fuck yourself from the inside out
A suspicion, a doubt, a jealousy
Grew in my mind
Which turned the hairs on my head to filthy snakes
As though my thoughts
Hissed and spat on my scalp
My bride’s breath soured, stank
In the grey bags of my lungs
I’m fowl mouthed now, fowl tongued
I have bullet tears on my eyes
Are you terrified?
It’s you I love
Perfect man, Greek god, my own
But I know you’ll go, betray me, stray from home
So better by me that you’re made of stone.
I looked at a buzzing bee
A dull grey pebble fell to the ground
I looked at a singing bird
A handful of dusty gravel spattered down
I looked at a ginger cat
A house brick
shattered a bowl of milk
I looked at a snuffling pig
A boulder rolled
Into a heap of shit.
I looked in the mirror
Love gone bad
Showed me a gorgon.
I stared at a dragon
From the mouth of a mountain.
And here you come
With your shield for a heart
And sword for a tongue
And your girls, your girls
Wasn’t I beautiful?
Wasn’t I young and fragrant?
Look at me now.
how do i even get followers all i do is hit the reblog button and talk to myself
you know what would be cool? a show about, like, vigilante Victorian prostitutes hunting down Jack the Ripper.
They never did figure out why he stopped killing. And most serial killers don’t stop unless they are stopped. I’m just saying.