if i had an ounce of ambition i would start my own website, SUICIDAL GIRLS
girls in various states of suicide: the sad, tearful despondent ones, and no, they feel too much self-loathing to pout for your camera, or flash thier titties. girls having panic attacks in the street, heads down, biting thier lips, stringy hair, holding themselves tight with their skinny arms. girls with guns in their mouths, girls hanging from ropes, girls with their brains blown out. girls cutting thier wrists so deep their hands spring backwards, dead girls lying in pools of blood.
join up baby, come on girls, we wanna jack off to your ragged heart
girls in various states of suicide: the sad, tearful despondent ones, and no, they feel too much self-loathing to pout for your camera, or flash thier titties. girls having panic attacks in the street, heads down, biting thier lips, stringy hair, holding themselves tight with their skinny arms. girls with guns in their mouths, girls hanging from ropes, girls with their brains blown out. girls cutting thier wrists so deep their hands spring backwards, dead girls lying in pools of blood.
join up baby, come on girls, we wanna jack off to your ragged heart
abortion by rusted nails.
fuck people.
how's things?
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does that apply to what you said? i'm going on memory here since i'm too lazy to check my backlog. goddamnit. i'm corpsetired.
me and my fucking icons.