Years go by literal months and months and months and I still feeeeeel it in my chest when I remember that she broke my heart I feel it pop and shatter and if I move to fast the shards still rattle around in the hollow chamber where she used to sit
Still disgusted by the city for what it did to that girl, if it had been kinder I know she would come back
Hannibal was a weak b*tch for succumbing to nominative determinism. Oh you eat people cause your name rhymes with cannibal? Boo, foh with that shit what kind of spineless puppet are you. I'm going to name my son Brenocide and raise him to be a Zen gardening consultant to flex on the Fates.
How does it feel to be the funniest motherfucker to ever grace my inbox