I’m tired of being young and “full of promise.” I just want to be old, senile, and as close to the grave as possible.
I want you to know that, because of you, I gave up.
You and I are Siamese twins joined at our mutual hatred for each other.
What you seek is not seeking you. Nothing is.
Every day I drown a new box of puppies within my soul.
A romantic fisting of the ass.
They said I’d feel better if I threw up. And they were right. That was 3,709 times ago. (And counting.)
I’m riding shotgun in the party hearse of life.
The slits in my skin form pain’s perfect pattern.
You really thought you were unique and gifted, until you saw what everyone was doing on Tumblr. Didn’t you?
I can’t unlove you, but I can tie you up, put you in the trunk of my car, and drive it off a bridge.
Your smile has “torture porn” written all over it.
One of the greatest gifts you can give someone is to thank them for being a part of your life before telling them to leave it forever.
I love you most when you beg.
I’ll swallow my pride if you swallow my load.
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