"The best baked goods are made with love-"
WRONG!!
Im making the best brownies ever and my recipe calls for one cup of evil, 2 teaspoons of rage, and a just a dash of nefariousness

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"The best baked goods are made with love-"
WRONG!!
Im making the best brownies ever and my recipe calls for one cup of evil, 2 teaspoons of rage, and a just a dash of nefariousness
Me being evil now is revenge for my younger self
nothing as liberating as not having to confirm and fit into beauty standards, i am the way i am and you can cry while sucking on your big toe
stay evil by black ends
take time to figure it out on your own or get soiled
make sure he's only asleep in your dreams to get even
stay evil
stay evil
Brooklynn Music
shot by: @alwaystowi
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Stay Evil Party: Starter
The Isle air was starting to turn crisp. Cora shivered briefly in the chill and rubbed the sides of her arms, being careful to keep the motion hidden. After all, villains didn’t care about things like being cold. They just cared about being evil. Speaking of… “Where is everyone?” Cora muttered, casting glances back and forth down the wharves. There was supposed to be a “Stay Evil” party tonight, thrown in response to King Ben’s rather odd announcement the other day. But no party was a party without guests, and the dress docks were practically deserted. The only sound was the slap of the waves against the jagged rocks that made up the coastline of the Isle. It was almost eerie- she didn’t think she’d ever been anywhere on the Isle this quiet. Then she heard footsteps behind her, and turned around:
“Finally!”
When my man decides not to respond to my messages all day, I add an extra day to the next time he can see me