what a fucking weirdo (affectionate)

if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere, and if you can't make it here, welcome to the club!

what the hell is "science boy"?! are you...are you talking about the mannequin?!

you love trouble just as much as you love me and you know it!

well i'd love to stay and chat, but you're a total bitch.

whatever, y'know? you know those days where you're like, this might as well happen. adult life is already so goddamn weird.

every morning i eat breakfast 20 yards away from my own rotting corpse.

right and wrong are just words. what matters is what you do.

oh my gosh, you're never gonna believe this, there is a guy standing on the side of the road who looks just like you! i'm about to hit him.

humans rush to self-destruction. you gotta love these guys!

i am not a punk! i am a cute and sweet princess, who can kick your butt!

so long, weenie king. we won’t meet again.

seven dollars? we almost died for SEVEN DOLLARS!?

october, thirty-first of friday, in 2011, which doesn't sound right for some reason

you march right back to that school, look them straight in the eye and say "DON'T EAT ME".

i dice bread, fry it in oil, then boil it in water. it’s a proper meal! it’s called “bread and water soup”!

what's that? think we could... blow up the internet? i know. i had the exact same thought. but upon further research it turns out the internet actually one of those things that you can't blow up.

since i've only had three hours of sleep, i'm gonna go off on a limb here and say that i don't care.

what a fucking weirdo (affectionate)

i will easily defeat you. with my cockiness and my big fat kick - of fury!

an embarrassment? a way to rebel against your parents? a desperate cry for help? the list is endless.

i did so want to kill you, but not today. had a blast!

i guess one person really can make a difference, but most of the time they probably shouldn't.

humans rush to self-destruction. you gotta love these guys!

getting full-pieced in an analog horror creepypasta is crazy work

i think it's about time we graduate from stealing goats to- fuck it- murdering kids. let's do it. let's stab this girl fifteen times.

what if it isn't bait? what if it truly is my unfiltered dogshit opiniom, huh? what then?

i saw right through you like… uh… well, something transparent.

*gets down on on knee* oppa…marriage style?

whatever, y'know? you know those days where you're like, this might as well happen. adult life is already so goddamn weird.