a girl's weapon.
 "I perceived, of course, the drift of my interlocutor. Jealousy had got hold of him: she stung him; but the sting was salutary: it gave him respite from the gnawing fang of melancholy. I would not, therefore, immediately charm the snake."
- Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
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I are not like. D8
May 26, 2009 @ 5/26/2009
Ohmaigawd. Mahn I hate the sight of you. You look like shit. Yeah you, the fat one. The one who is eating non stop. Yes, you in green.  Damn, you're fugly. Look at you. D8 I don't care weither if you bloom into a pwetty buttafly. You're just plan ugly. I wonder you'll die juicy when I stomp you. You disgust me. And Im phucking boring while I post this frigging post. I wanna spy on you. Yeah, but too bad. By the time I went and check on you, you ran away. Sad. Sniffs. Screw you biatch, eatin' on my mom's plants. You made me have goose bumps. > < Labels: fugly thing |
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