#fight face

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[danielriddlerodriguez]

from GREAT BUREAUCRACY AND GREAT IDIOSYNCRASY  ARE PLEONASMS AS INTERESTING AS GREAT DIARRHEA AND GREAT LOGORRHEA —Legna Rodriguez Iglesias

77 loving you and hating you is the same thing because you don’t exist my imagination traces the :: image of a monster i love the monster but the monster left me alone in an airport :: where a thousand people couldn’t even fit i went to the store and bought organ meat and they didn’t sell :: me a pig in a poke but dog instead of goat so i ate dog liver that must’ve been :: a great dane a labrador pitbull german shepherd or doberman i made it italian-style :: with lots of bell peppers and red onion but that doesn’t make it any less of a cheap shot :: a trauma for me and it’s not like i didn’t already have enough with imagining a monster and loving it and :: hating it with all the might of my own hairless dog liver if I were :: a dog what kind would i be if i really think about it i’d be a pekinese the ugliest dog :: ever seen by man God wouldn’t grant me the grace of being an airport :: dog like the ones that sniff luggage looking for illegal drugs :: i’d be a pekinese and if one day i was in an airport i’d go right up to you and bite

[diet-poison]

She brought her fucking fight face

[javajunkiedaily]

[lowqualitycatphotos]

[starlitsakura-archived]

                                             [ text ] Fall in love ? I can’t even fall asleep !

[✉️: Goody-two-shoes] Join the club, babe.

[✉️: Goody-two-shoes] All aboard the Singles Train, Choo Choo.

[✉️: Goody-two-shoes] 🚂

@kanashimai​

[starlitsakura-archived]

                         "You're so cranky. You cannot go out in your underwear, birdbrain.".

          “Don’t call me that.”.

   Came the screech from the open bathroom doorway. A loud rustling from her feathers bristling out, wings fluffed out and knocking against the shower curtain.

          “I’m not Cranky. What’s the difference between a bra and a bikini top, other than better support?”.

   She threw her hands up and came back out dressed in a pair of jeans and her black top. Her wings had been shrunk back down to rest against her back. A frown still marring those delicate features.

   She was brooding, pouting, huffing and puffing as she plopped down on the couch. 

            “You suggest a costume then.”.

   Gesturing a hand towards the back hallway where her bedroom was located. She wanted him to go through her closet and figure something out if he was so smart. 

              “I’m not going out in hero garb. That’s so lame.”.

@kanashimai​

[scully-deserves-better]

Hey there sorry obi wan is such horrible quality