rottendoedaughter

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Two beers in and the topic of politics has come up at the family dinner

Hide the knives ladies I’m coming in

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top 3 women youd top if you had to?

i don't have to do anything

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I would be so pretty if I was ozzy osbourne

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wtf i work at the west st paul panera

Are you one of their whore employees?

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spending as much time imagining tasting her blood as I do looking into her eyes

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Romance is when he tells me I’m pretty, but I can’t really see or hear him that well because it’s a bit blurry in here. while my blood is dripping down his chin

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Gooning to schlatt all alone?

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I think I’m a lot like far far too much

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Do you think there are people in this world who would pay large quantities of money just to see my feet

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razor bumps can mean different things depending on who you are okayyyy

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God I’m doomed. But feeling pretty !

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Nighties for ever

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I’m genuinely disgusting

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I live on instinct, you live on aesthetics and procedure. You don't have any canines to bare. It's pathetic, not in a way that deserves pity but in a way that's predatory in its orchestration. Your weapon of choice is your whimpers, your despicable whines. But your scent throws you off, and I smell through the facade; I feel no pain looking at you, I only feel fear of falling into your trap. I know what you're trying at, though I cannot prove it, and so I'm backed into the corner with my own knowledge. My instinct is your procedure, you see. I see the sleazy look in your downturned eyes and hear the sadism in your whines, so I bare my teeth. And they're littered with stains of my own blood, and they're imperfect and connected at each apex by my saliva. And it's ugly. And I growl and I hiss and you see just how sharp I could be if I had any bark to my bite, all while you play innocent and weak. You see the rage in my despair, and I see the pleasure in your eyes at the sight of the humiliation ritual I'm putting myself through. The way my eyes are alive with defence and the red saliva dripping stains the fake image of my pale innocence. You want me to bite, to wear down the teeth I've worked so hard to keep sharp, for moments just like this. And maybe I will, because I live on instinct.

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I wish I could just get stitches. for fun.

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fucking up the vibe all by yourself, handsome?

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to love me is to suffer me