GIRL TASTE MY LOVE EVERY SINGLE LAST DROP
WONT BE SATISFIED BABY TILL UR BEGGING ME TO STOP
OOP THERE HE GO ITS THAT BOY AGAIN
I MEAN THAT COCKY MOTHERFUCKER ALL HE DO IS WIN
I MEAN THAT ECCHI SISTER LOVER, KAMI SAMA UNDERCOVER
FUCK AROUND AND BREAK THAT RUBBER
DONT SPEAK OF IT LIKE ANOTHER
You tend to have trouble with other people, don't you?
You've spent a lot of time thinking about why that is. It's not that you're unlikeable, or ugly, or anything like that; in fact, for most of your post-adolescent life, you've had to avoid making friends. "Had," of course, being quite a generous use of that word to use, there. It makes me sound like such a princess, doesn't it? Oh, woe is me, I'm too great; won't someone take pity on the poor man with too many opportunities to make friends.
You disgust me sometimes. You think if you say it yourself, someone else won't? Idiot.
But - it's a fact. I do this thing where I go out of my way to ingratiate myself with people, often successfully, then immediately push them away if they like me back too much. It's a sort of shit test. It's also the reaction of a child when they see themselves in the funhouse mirror for the first time. You're me - well, you're what I could be. You're how someone else might see me, through a different lens, in the way that I'm someone else seeing you. You are my reflection and you are reflecting. How do I know that you don't see me as a monster? How do I know that I don't see me as a monster through your eyes? How do you know that I know that neither of us is seeing the other as a monster, and forcing a perfect smile as my or your brain paints big fucking red flag symbols on your baggy eyes, your unshaven face, your wrinkly hair, and your unfashionable shoes?
The people aboard Columbia (the shuttle that exploded in 2003) died the best way possible. They had basically no clue what was going to happen to them - footage from the cockpit shows them laughing and joking before re-entry. They might've had an idea something was wrong when pressure alarms came on for the left wing/landing gear tires, but by the time they literally became shooting stars (from California to Louisiana), they were long dead/unconscious.
Yeah it's horrible what happened, but they died doing what they loved (mostly painless) after a successful mission with no reason to be afraid.
Your fortune: Very Bad Luck
happy night esfores
the snow is coming down
Your fortune: Better not tell you now
tonight I had frozen appetizers for dinner.
Your fortune: Very Bad Luck
Would you rather live in Japan or USA?
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