I love you more is a fucked up thing to say so I whisper it often
into your ear when you’re feeling vulnerable
Do you like my passive aggressive perversions ? submissive-ness/everything you hate about yourself personified in a dimly lit room fucking each other
I’m wearing this fucking cute cocktail dress and my kind of new thigh highs walking through this stupid party and I feel okay right? Minus the fact that I can smell spinach throw up (probably my own I think it’s on my socks) and this fucking piece of shit penis creature just said nigger, faggot, and slut in some kind of less-than-ten-word sentence (I wonder if he uses punctuation?). I just have to pee right? Maybe.
Thinking about your twenty-fourth birthday when we were drunk and screaming at each other and I threw my general tso’s tofu in your face (it was soggy anyways) and when I got out of the car and starting walking home and it was fucking freezing and I half-wanted to get back in and I half-wanted to make a point so I say “fuck you” with my left hand and throw an unlit cigarette in your direction and keep walking and you’re really screaming now and you accidentally put your brand new red car into reverse and run over some stranger’s golf ball shaped mailbox and you have this stupid look on your face and I start laughing maniacally and you start hyperventilating and I get back in the car and tell you to fucking go because it’s three am and you don’t even have a driver’s license and then I made you sleep on the floor of your room and in the morning we pretended that everything was fine.