If I can’t turn your emotions about me into fuel, I don’t give a shit about them. If I can turn them into fuel, I want them in glorious liquid form all over my body. Keep fucking hating. I live off it. I swallow it whole and use it as moto to get the next set done.
Posted 5 months ago
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