A real man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, the most dangerous plaything.
-Nietzsche
July 2008
Hey Mister. Gimme your lunch money.
No, I’m serious, give me every dollar in your wallet.
There you go. Wow, you’re loaded. I knew you were the one— I could see it in your eyes— you’re a wimp. You don’t fool me— you’re scared of me. Terrified I’d make a scene, or that I’d kick you in the balls in front of someone you know. Terrified that I might be displeased with you.
Hand it over.
Good boy. Now fuck off.
I love being me.
The truth is, I am everything a human being should be.
I am beautiful, I am brilliant. I am powerful, I am cultured, I am strong, I am wise. Everyone wants me, everyone wants to be me.
I am perfection incarnate.
And you, my dear, are an ugly toad— if I stepped on you, I’d feel gross and would run to wash my foot off.
And you know that really is how I feel about you, don’t you?
“omg, are you kidding? I am SOO out of your league! Also, you smell like burp.”
“Would ya like to go to dinner with me sometime?”
“No. Your penis is too small.”
Play
i fuckin hate it wen people spell you’re as “your”
and wen i fuck the super hot best friend of the guy im into cos i think he doesnt giv a shit, only to realise im super into him and i cant finish the fuck cos im crying
each time you judge yourself, you break your heart
faint heart never won fair maiden