Guys really be out here thinking I won’t smash a wine bottle over their head
I recommend a beer bottle or a glass tumbler. Wine bottles are very hard to shatter, and you’re more likely to split a man’s skull open and cause permanent “attempted murder”-type brain damage, and you want to teach them a lesson not, like, become a convicted felon.
Nice, Thanks for the tip! I’m not a pussy and i can bury a body, but this could help someone else!
*gently takes their hand* Hey, it’s okay. I’ll support you no matter what.
*sees a little girl with long dark hair covering her face in a white nightgown at the end of the hall*
Oh my god I have a nightgown just like yours! I would say our hair is twinning too but I cut it, but still! Twinning!
*looks up from washing my face to see someone behind me in the mirror*
Was I hogging the sink? I’m so sorry, I’m almost done!
*pulls back the shower curtain to reveal someone standing behind it*
Oh my god I’m so sorry! I’ll wait until you’re done!
*Grudge girl comes scuttling up the stairs backwards on all fours*
Holy shit please teach me how to do that
this is so pure
honestly if i ever saw a little girl in a white nightgown with long hair covering her face i would go “big mood” then hunt down the fucker(s) who did that to her
i try to make my french poems kinda light and not that depressing but my english ones go like “lmao bitch you thought go d i e already” so, sorry for that i guess
i also want to emphasize the fact i have literally no control over my style in english whereas i can do almost anything in french. my english-speaking inner self is a chaotic depressed bastard that has me catching glimpses of how fucked up i am and,,,,, this is Uncomfortable
like chill dude, i meant to write a silly short poem about fresh laundry, no need to splash half of my trauma history into it, it was about fresh fucking laundry ok
i try to make my french poems kinda light and not that depressing but my english ones go like “lmao bitch you thought go d i e already” so, sorry for that i guess
