In short, for the murders of those I court, I bless the hour that holds your fall! I will kill you all! I will call you (I will call you out) out from shelter, Burn your wings (burn your wings) they’ll know no better.
I've got thoughts and stuff.
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Rob Lanterman, why do you even hang out with these bozos?
I CAN’T EVEN HANDLE THIS
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God damn this cursed iron fist! When I lose control… And oh, girl, this is what I’ve become. And I don’t want to leave it up to you.
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MOTHERFUCKING WALL OF DEATH!
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Mmmmhmm. <3
Also, this. Seriously.
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One day, when I have a child, I shall recreate this.
<3 Clockwork Orange
SO FUCKING COOL!
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TW: Rape: When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
I love it =D
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I’d like to think that you’re worth my time, but you embody everything that I hate. Take a good hard look at what you see, I lost all my hope and all my faith.
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