Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, shame on me. Fool me four times, my heart’s a vessel brimming with forgiveness and love, there’s overwhelming beauty in everything
I’ll arrive at your house in a box, disassembled. You must diligently reconstruct my entirety before we can chat. You must get every piece right. Or else it will not really be me, and you’ll have a stranger in your house.
Likes tab? Gone? I now assume you’re all evil freaks, hiding away from prying eyes, thriving in your filth, moral decline, and depravity… So, nothing new
There’s nothing special about your love if it’s handed out so effortlessly to just anyone. Grasping this could prove immensely beneficial for some of you.
Forgive me for being wordy. I have a profound and perhaps perverse desire for you to witness all my thoughts. After all, speech and dialogue are inherently exhibitionistic acts
Looking for someone to treat my DMs as their diary. Do not try to initiate any sort of conversation with me. Just tell me what’s happening, and I’ll never respond.