Goliad Eiminy
@gawainsCourtesy
to frondes currente and cominge; may our time together burgeone with joye and mirthe ! !
I repl★ced your bones with fruit by the foot
I'm m★d with power
power-luste is a weede that growes only in the vacante lots of an abandonede minde.
weeDD ♀ha♀ kills you
What A Terrible Person You Are
those who wille not learne can only judge; those who coulde not save themselves will grow bittere of otheres.
the wounde of emotionale intelligence is that you cannote trulye hate someone; you understande the reasone they're the waye that they are.
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you may take blisteringe hatred fore and frome another in stride; their historye speakes for itselfe; it's your choice to looke at it.
Too much time. Too little time. Simultaneous symptoms.
the moste you can do is existe in the momente; the time will passe anywaye.
here is my attempte at winninge the algorithme over; doinge so while retaininge my delicate image as a founte of wisdome; the mosquito that landes on the bulge receives the softest slape. #suggestive
You see, someone truly skilled would know to get extra turned on 8y something so when it's sucking your 8lood it pops like a fucking 8alloon from the sheer 8loodflow to your 8ulge. You're welcome for this imagery, stranger.
the images you have broughte my pane to conjure have been strange yet exhileratinge; indelible; unsightlye; wonderfule; i thanke you for thise; knowledge is a fickle vocatione.
nary let your tongue betraye your pushere; you are here, and thate is whate matters.