The message by Ta Nehesi Coates

Stupid bitch ass ICE motherfucking losers eat shit and choke u fucks disgusting pigs rot in piss

Nasty peice of shit America fucking loser ass infected pussy ass bitch, fucking incest pedophile signing toilet paper bills ,fucking stupid vomit bitch strangling himself naked a belt on his throat cumming black and laughing you nasty fuck limp boner incel loser

Hahahahaahhahaahah

In my mid-30s leaving Google reviews that are like “This place fucking sucks. Nasty. Bitch is a liar. Don’t come here. Thank you.”

This is Casper. He’s young and quite possibly queer. Soul of a woman. Everyone calls him “she”. But he’s just a young flamboyant boy.

Shit the fuck up and angel number 333

I love spirituality but there’s something about spiritual circles that carries the same sickness that permeates society at large. Like a virus. It’s like as humans we bring the virus with us everywhere and infect all possible forms of relief with power and control.

I said “your body my choice” to my cat and he bit me. Why tho? Can anyone tell me what I’m not seeing?

Your body my choice :) kitty :)

Can’t stop kissing my kitty’s little belly!!!!! He’s like “CAN YOU GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME NASTY BITCH? FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME! STOP IT!” But I keep doing it :). I like feeling like a Republican :) you say “no” and I’m like “your rights are mine :)”

On blue sky like…

Everyday I wake up and look at my email and hope for this:

“I have been an admirer from afar for a very long time and today I’ve decided to fund any project of your choosing and also to give you 1mil just for being YOU! No strings attached. Also, you’re so beautiful, would love to take u to dinner”

Hahahahaha hello again … my friend…

When I say “someone told me that…” I mean that someone typed something to me. No one is speaking. We only type.

“I was having an argument with someone online”

Correction:” I was in the comfort of my room sitting on a chair typing angrily at a screen with the intention to cause emotional pain”

I haven’t had sex in a year… by CHOICE! The choice being to choose pain over pleasure. Very hellraiser of me if you will…

But will you…

I love listening to Charli XCX, and when I say her name to myself I say Charli sexisex. I think my brain should be studied by NASA for originality, maturity, and creativity.