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yeah, i'll try not to as well... man. you might've known my mom better than me.

That's the spirit!

QUITTER!

Wish my Roxy could do that 8ut they'd 8e waaaaaaaay less funny without the alcoholism, not even gonna lie. #su8stance
eeelmaoooooo gurl i got betta tastes t)(an t)(at stop projectin yo witc)( onto me just cuz its t)(e only time youve felt wanted

No.

Good for you. Don't mess it up.

(⊱♓︎⊰) it's super nice to not think :)

I LIKE THIS CRONUS. HE CAUSES SUFFERING.

Fuck. You.

oh hell yeah nice badge blondie. wvhys it so thicc though
𝙲𝙸𝚃𝙸𝚉𝙴𝙽 𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍. Ψ 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴. Ψ
[+1 𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚃 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁:] 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. ----------------- 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. Ψ 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴. Ψ
𝙲𝙸𝚃𝙸𝚉𝙴𝙽 𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚘𝚙. 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. Ψ 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴. Ψ
!𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙲𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃!: 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚄𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎: 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎. Ψ 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴. Ψ

always the light players. they g0t off easy 2bh.
maybe )(ave anotter drink n get over yos)(ellf. #substance. Anywaves, message me if u wanna! missed u gurl
sea u )(umans all soooooo worked up aboat age w)(ic)( is fucked. all t)(e smart )(umans all aboat valuin t)(ey elders n w)(en t)(ey stopped listenin to t)(ey advice is w)(en i took ova. u friendly firin gal

W̳e̳ ̳d̳o̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳c̳a̳l̳l̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳d̳o̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳s̳u̳m̳m̳o̳n̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳d̳o̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳r̳e̳a̳p̳.̳ ̳W̳e̳ ̳m̳e̳r̳e̳l̳y̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳.̳

s̳o̳m̳e̳ ̳s̳i̳g̳h̳t̳s̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳ ̳g̳r̳u̳e̳s̳o̳m̳e̳.̳ ̳u̳n̳c̳o̳n̳s̳c̳i̳o̳n̳a̳b̳l̳e̳.̳ ̳u̳n̳p̳a̳r̳d̳o̳n̳a̳b̳l̳e̳.̳ ̳b̳y̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳i̳r̳ ̳v̳e̳r̳y̳ ̳n̳a̳t̳u̳r̳e̳.̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳a̳n̳ ̳a̳s̳p̳e̳c̳t̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳t̳r̳u̳t̳h̳.̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳g̳r̳e̳a̳t̳ ̳s̳h̳a̳m̳e̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳a̳ ̳h̳i̳d̳e̳o̳u̳s̳n̳e̳s̳s̳ ̳s̳u̳c̳h̳ ̳a̳s̳ ̳t̳h̳i̳s̳.̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳c̳a̳s̳t̳ ̳a̳ ̳g̳a̳z̳e̳ ̳u̳p̳o̳n̳ ̳w̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳b̳u̳t̳ ̳a̳ ̳m̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳f̳l̳e̳d̳g̳l̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳c̳l̳i̳p̳p̳e̳d̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳i̳t̳s̳ ̳w̳i̳n̳g̳s̳.̳ ̳b̳u̳t̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳s̳e̳ ̳s̳i̳g̳h̳t̳s̳.̳ ̳g̳r̳o̳t̳e̳s̳q̳u̳e̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳m̳a̳n̳n̳e̳r̳i̳s̳m̳.̳ ̳a̳n̳d̳ ̳t̳a̳s̳t̳e̳l̳e̳s̳s̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳s̳o̳m̳e̳.̳ ̳m̳e̳r̳e̳l̳y̳ ̳a̳r̳e̳.̳ ̳ w̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳d̳i̳d̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳n̳o̳ ̳m̳o̳r̳e̳ ̳r̳e̳p̳u̳l̳s̳i̳v̳e̳ ̳t̳h̳a̳n̳ ̳f̳i̳r̳e̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳m̳a̳l̳i̳c̳e̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳b̳u̳r̳n̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳ o̳r̳ ̳w̳a̳t̳e̳r̳ ̳i̳n̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳w̳a̳n̳t̳o̳n̳ ̳c̳r̳u̳e̳l̳t̳y̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳d̳r̳o̳w̳n̳i̳n̳g̳.̳ ̳ t̳h̳e̳ ̳w̳o̳m̳a̳n̳ ̳p̳l̳u̳n̳g̳e̳d̳ ̳h̳e̳r̳s̳e̳l̳f̳ ̳i̳n̳t̳o̳ ̳u̳s̳.̳ ̳ b̳y̳ ̳f̳o̳r̳c̳e̳.̳ ̳w̳e̳ ̳w̳e̳r̳e̳ ̳p̳o̳w̳e̳r̳l̳e̳s̳s̳ ̳t̳o̳ ̳s̳t̳o̳p̳ ̳h̳e̳r̳.̳ ̳s̳u̳c̳h̳ ̳i̳s̳ ̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳n̳a̳t̳u̳r̳e̳.̳ ̳o̳u̳r̳ ̳c̳u̳r̳s̳e̳.̳
(Also, my tastes are far superior than the Rankmaid, lovely lady though she is.)

youre catchin on quick

im just sayin id slaughter all those esoteric double speakin geezers too if only for the right a passage and proof a my superior wwizardry wwhat i wwouldnt givve to duel zazzerpan for real




