* ( &&. ------- let's set each other's lonely nights be each other's paradise need a picture for my frame someone to SHARE my ring tell me what you wanna
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“now that i’m made over, i kinda wanna go out just so people can see me. but i also kinda wanna pull super smash bros. melee out of my video game box that i brought from home and just play that for hours.”
“ --- i’d go with the first choice. being social is healthy. good for the soul and all that shit.”
getting themselves off? don’t you mean getting themselves on? why would anyone turn themselves off? i don’t understand your lingo, sabina.
masturbating, my innocent child. y’know, erotic stimulation of ones own genitals to the point of orgasm excluding the act of sexual intercourse. more commonly know as, getting oneself off.
‘ not shocking, at all. living a parasitic life, i’m – that’s a bit harsh but, y’know, maybe it’s the truth. sab, you do know that ‘sucking the life out of someone’ is a phrase, right ? you don’t have to look like you’re actually dead to feel like someone’s being a pain in your ass. soudns like lemonade was all she had around; getting some coffee ready to throw it on him would probably take a lot longer than it took to just, – throw. ’
‘ why’d you gotta go and ruin my story like that, dick? here i am, sharing my experience and you have to go an analyze it. i didn’t sign up for this shit. ’
I guess? If I knew what your point was, I might agree. But I’m still confused. Like I have been this whole conversation.
Christ almighty. We’re gonna smoke. Us. Weed. M a r i j u a n a. It’s going to happen. Not right now. Maybe not tomorrow. But it’s gonna happen and if you bitch about it I’m gonna light a joint and shove it up your nose. Capeesh?
I was ten you were nine by the way, but yeah, you’re right, kid. I know, I was tryna be polite. – Just you.
You’re making me want to dump coffee on you. Eh, fuck being polite. If you’re feelin’ down there ain’t no need to be polite. Are you sure though? I could pick up like gummy worms or something.