I don’t have the I can fix him Syndrom. BITCH I can’t fix myself how am I gonna fix him
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I don’t have the I can fix him Syndrom. BITCH I can’t fix myself how am I gonna fix him
Have a happy and safe Halloween!
send brownie to the Twilight Zone?
Righto! Twilight catto coming right up!
It’s not until you catch him lurking in the shadows of the restaurant late at night that you realise his eyes are off. They catch the glow of the streetlamps outside, practically lighting up the room with their intensity. In idle moments, he doesn’t seem to exist; blurring into the slightest of shadows, betrayed neither by his breath or his footsteps. The ghostly pale of his eyes imply an absent vacancy, but he hears all and misses nothing. He can rattle off entire conversations you weren’t even aware he’d been present for, mimicking voices with disturbing accuracy. No task is too big for him. You’ve seen him scaling walls with nothing but the bucket in his hands as he went to clean out the gutters.
It’s his prowess in battle that drives you to really question things, though. Its like a violent dance; one where his feet never touch the ground, despite the fact that he’s hauling around that enormous light cannon as he does, as if it weighs nothing. Jumping, flipping, all but flying, he bursts through B-52′s flames with nary a singe mark whereas others would be halfway to melting. All the while, his eyes are wide, pupils shrunken to slits. He’s wild and unrestrained, the pure opposite of his usual persona, spine bending and twisting in unnatural angles as he weaves around every attack.
Once it’s over, it’s as if he’d never changed from the quiet, demure butler he always liked to present himself as. Your only reminders of anything different are when he chatters at birds from the window, poised like a hunter.
Assumptions
I thoroughly enjoy being talked down to, as if somehow using big words will intimidate me or that you believe that I don’t know what you mean by the underlying tone of your voice or what you’re really implying. Go ahead, discriminate against my age, gender, ethnicity or background or experience and put me in this neat little box that you’re insecurities are comfortable with, assumed by your understanding of my situation. Presumed that you already know my worth and lesser value of my opinion. Although you are mistakenly unaware of my intelligence and abilities, my actions will speak louder than any words I say to you ever could. Whilst you have lived in a world of privileges and entitlement, you lack the internal drive and motivation not only to become compassionate individuals. For this, I thank you. You have given me a great deal of determination and perseverance to excel beyond your comprehension of your own capabilities.
-A Scorpio Woman
all u need is love
I'm laughing really hard at you core
‘well…aren’t you nice… I can’t help I’m like this…’ He sighed.[12/20 asks]
I have to be quarantined cause I have caught the "I wanna be fking alone with no human interactions" virus.
N i tell u it is very contagious (pets are safe in case u were wondering).
I make life changing decisions at night and forget about it the next day °`-`°