Fyckth you that message was sent before you did tell me and mine to send insults your way, so a pox on your puppety weanus. Grow tiny skin-tongues upon your lower torso and addermalize your handbones. May your brain shut off most of its function and leave you wandering the sun-scorched pools of brine, despritely tying your body into knots so as to squirm your way to a water salvation and grave.— Asks tumblr user Anonymous
This response was so lazy if left me thinking it must be Saturday for twenty minutes this morning.
That post was reblogged from earlier yesterday, in hope you’d prove to have slightly more a sense of object permanence than a toddler or a porn bot.
You have asked me to remove my tattoos and participate in a Hot Yoga session. Already got skin tags.