i am trying to bring attention to one of my favourite causes which is me
the hardest part of this challenge was not telling everyone else that i was going to win
the dog is looking at me like “get me the fuck out of here”, i’m looking at the dog like “get ME the fuck out of here”
i don’t have a sugar daddy. i’ve never had a sugar daddy. if i wanted a sugar daddy, yes, i probably could go out and get one because i am what? SICKENING
i feel sexy in anything, even a body bag
my mom sent me to military school in the hopes that she'd get a little soldier. needless to say, she got a drag queen.
just fyi for all you girls up there, i don't want to hear any goddamn excuses. be prepared! make it work! make it work! fucking make it happen! i don't want to hear any GODDAMN EXCUSES any more!
"i'll win for you." ohhh, that's sweet. he's not going to win.
i'm just under three hundred years old, i know some things
(not-technically-iliad bonus round) eris:
i just honestly thought y'all were all boring and i was trying to turn the party
I just hope for a life with unbelievable stories. Not cars, fur coats, or houses, or diamonds that shine so bright they blind pedestrians in direct sunlight. I want stories. Give me twenty-four hours broke in Paris. Give me soccer with the Roma in Slovakia. Give me tea with nomads and kings. Give me the mountains of Kabul. Tell everyone who wonders why, there is more to life than the thrill of glory.