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Just Business, No Pleasure

Warnings: SMUT (Ages 18+)

Summary: You and Bucky have been successfully keeping your relationship a secret for a while now. However, you’re not so sure how much longer you can take it once he’s assigned the job of seducing another woman on a mission.

Word Count: 4.6k (I’m so sorry)

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by ohhseby


“—this is the target’s wife, Lucille. She was dumb enough to marry him and he was dumb enough to think she’d be faithful. Barnes, I want you to go about seducing her. Y’know, the typical ‘40s charm: court her, woo her, whisper sweet nothings; the whole shebang.” Your blood went cold at Tony’s words, not even daring to look at Bucky across the conference room table. “Most of us will be stationed around the gala with our comms on, but some of us are gonna stay back here and monitor the situation through security camera footage.”

“Why am I the one doing the seducing? Don’t you think this—” Bucky started, pointing to his vibranium arm, “—will be a bit of a dead giveaway that I’m not just some random suitor?” he asked, his unimpressed tone clearly challenging Tony and, although you still didn’t dare to look at him, you knew his countenance matched his voice.

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FAMILY.

NEVER FORGET…

THE MEMORIES THAT ALL OF US SHARE.

If this isn’t love then I don’t know what is.

the holidays are coming up, and as someone who works in a pet store there are some things i want everyone who plans on getting animals as gifts to remember:

  • fish tanks need to be set up and running for at least one week before fish can be put it. all fish need treated water and bacteria supplements.
  • fish can only survive in a plastic bag for about an hour.
  • THE ONLY fish that can go in a bowl is a BETTA. all other fish, especially goldfish, will die/be very unhealthy in bowls.
  • goldfish are supposed to live for up to 20 years. don’t get all high and mighty for keeping one alive for a few months. they have long life spans when taken proper care of.
  • hamsters cannot live together. when they grow up, they become incredibly territorial and aggressive. they are asocial creatures that do not get along with each other.
  • guinea pigs can’t go in hamster wheels or balls. they get spinal injuries from being in a curved position and sometimes die.
  • rats and guinea pigs do better in groups/pairs.
  • hamsters, mice, rats, guinea pigs, cats, and pretty much every single animal can’t live inside a sealed box. they will die. don’t do it.
  • puppies get destructive. they break things and make messes and are loud. they need to be trained. don’t get a puppy if you don’t want to deal with training a large animal.
  • don’t fucking take kittens and puppies away from their mothers prematurely just because they’re cute. it can affect them forever.
  • cats will scratch your furniture and knock things over. declawing cats is a physically harmful and scarring process that literally permanently mutilates their paws. don’t get a cat if you aren’t willing to be patient with them.
  • birds are LOUD. SO LOUD. and incredibly messy. and they bite.
  • most lizards can get up to two feet long. some can live for 20 years. don’t get a baby bearded dragon and expect it to stay that small forever. they reach their full size within a year.
  • pets are real and they have needs. their needs are not luxuries. don’t treat them like they don’t matter.

anonymous asked:

101. for starmora pls!!

101. “They grow up so fast.”

when your life is so out of control that you’re posting the next ficlet at 3 am again lmao so sorry guys,,, anyway, enjoy some starmora parenting reflections while they do the dishes!! (bc I’m a slut for domestic shit asfglknf)

send me a ship + a number!!!!

We are Groot.”

Peter actually drops the plate he’s washing when he hears the words, the dish making a loud klank as it hits the bottom of the sink. The water continues running over Peter’s soap-covered hands, but he’s too busy staring wide-eyed at Groot, who’s standing on the other side of the table, to take notice.

He briefly glances at Gamora, who was collecting the rest of the dishes, but has also stopped and opted to instead stare at Groot. He’s just calmly looking at the two of them with his gentle smile, handing Gamora his and Rocket’s plates.

“You…remember that still?” Peter questions because, honestly, he’s never really understood how Groot’s memory worked. Sometimes, it was apparent that he still remembered everything from his life before the battle with Ronan, but most times, Groot acted like the age he physically appeared to be. “You can still say that?”

But now, nearly three years later, Groot’s practically back to his full size.

Groot nods. “I am Groot.”

“Teamwork is good, yeah,” Peter says. “Not sure if the teamwork required for doing the dishes is worth an epic ‘we are Groot,’ though.”

“Thank you for your help, Groot,” Gamora says softly, taking the dishes from Groot’s hands. “Peter and I have the rest of it handled. You can go.”

“I am Groot,” he says, bidding them farewell with a wave—Peter and Gamora both wave back, per usual, because some things just never change, no matter how much time passes—before leaving the room completely.

Gamora brings the plates up to the counter beside the sink and Peter sighs, shaking his head as he picks up the plate and resumes scrubbing it. “Well, that was interesting.”

“I knew he remembered the battle and what happened to him,” Gamora says, switching to Peter’s other side and picking up the dishrag. “But that was the only other time he said ‘we’…”

“Glad to know I’m not the only one who was a little caught off guard there,” Peter says lightly, passing the clean plate to Gamora to dry. “I guess I just…kinda blocked that memory out, while Groot was little.”

“I did, too,” she admits, running the towel over the plate. “All it seemed to do was give Groot nightmares.”

There had been a good handful of nights in which Peter had awoken to rushed, tiny footsteps accompanied by a flurry of knocks on his door. He’d then open the door to reveal an upset Groot, small tears running down his bark as he babbled about bad dreams where he or members of the team got hurt.

(Peter can even recall an entire week straight spent with Groot nestled between him and Gamora in the captain’s quarters, because of a recurring dream about Ronan where Groot couldn’t save everyone in time.)

“At least he seems to have grown out of it,” Peter says, absentmindedly continuing to clean. “Well. He seems to have just fully grown up, at this point.”

He sees Gamora nod in his peripheral vision, but as she starts putting the dishes away, her actions slow. She eventually turns her eyes up to his. “Does it feel strange to you at all?”

“Strange?” he echoes, handing her a fork. “I mean, I guess it’s weird, because it feels like it went by really fast.”

“Sometimes, I almost wish he was small again,” she admits, drying the fork. “I mean, it’s impractical for the team, as well as his own safety, but…” she trails off, pausing her drying completely. “It was nice, in a way.”

“It definitely really enforced the idea of us being a big family,” he says, glancing at her. “It brought out the best in everyone, in a way, because we all had to watch out for the little guy.”

She laughs softly. “It felt like we were parents.”

“It still feels like we’re parents,” he corrects, shaking his head in exasperation, because he’s certain he’ll have to scold someone at some point during the rest of the day for doing something stupid. “They grow up so fast.”

They finish the rest of the dishes off in a contemplative, comfortable silence. Peter really hasn’t thought much about Groot growing up until now. He calls upon personal familial experience for some sort of reference to what he’s feeling now: with Yondu, things had been complicated until the very end, though Yondu never stopped looking over him, even from a distance, when Peter had finally left; with Peter’s actual mother, well, she’d never even gotten the chance to see him grow up.

He helps Gamora put the last of the dishes away. She watches him stretch his arms up to the highest shelf in the cabinet, handing him the last of the plates, when she opens the discussion again. “Have you ever thought about parenthood?”

The question catches him by nearly as much surprise as Groot’s remark earlier. Peter narrowly avoids knocking down what dishes are already in the cabinet down, onto his head, before turning to look at Gamora with a nervous flutter in his chest. “Um…not much, to be honest…”

That is, he really hadn’t thought about it, until Gamora had danced her way into his life and he found himself looking after little Groot with her.

“I think the real question here is,” he continues, regaining some confidence, “now that we’ve actually dipped our toes into the ocean of parenthood, did we each like it enough to ever do it again, but more traditionally?”

She ducks her head to hide her smile at that, but Peter can still see the corners of her lips pointing upward. “I suppose that is, indeed, the real question.”

“Before the Guardians, my answer would’ve been a hard no,” he admits. “But now, after I’ve had to coax a baby tree to sleep more times than I’d like to count…” He shrugs. “I dunno. Doesn’t sound as impossible or really out there, y’know?”

“Yeah,” she murmurs, meeting his eyes.

“What about you, babe?” he asks, closing up the cabinet. “Have you ever thought about it?”

Gamora holds her arms out on either side of her, looking more unsure than Peter’s seen in a long time. She takes a few steps away from him, as if the idea is too large to be contained in an intimate conversation between the two of them. She turns back to look at him. “As a child, I wanted nothing more than to excel at everything, be this warrior. But when I was forced down that path, in a way I hadn’t anticipated or wanted, and everything changed, I lost sight of myself and my goals.”

Peter nods along to her words. They’ve both been significantly more open with each other in the past year or two about their pasts, especially their childhoods—both before and after their worlds were both turned upside down by the untimely deaths of their parents—and aspirations.

Her hands fall back down to her sides. “I suppose…things like parenthood are, as you said, no longer out of reach.”

He smiles then, coming closer to her and taking her hands in his. “There’s no rush.”

“No rush,” she agrees. “We still have many adventures to go on, Star-Lord.”

She leans up toward him then, placing a quick kiss on his lips, as if to seal their bounded fate.

Maybe they’ll find themselves on a path similar to the experience of raising Groot someday, or maybe not. There’s still time, and, as Gamora said, they have much to do. After all, Thanos is still out there, and Peter knows that until that’s dealt with, Gamora can never truly, completely relax as the rest of them can.

A crash from another room interrupts their silent moment, followed by Drax and Rocket arguing. Mantis is laughing. Groot chimes in with an “I am Groot.”

Peter and Gamora sigh, simultaneously.

“Shall we go check on the kiddos?” he teases.

“Better do it now than when Rocket accidentally blows up the ship,” she jokes back.

They leave the kitchen, hand-in-hand.


send me a ship + one of these prompts about said ship having to share a bed!!!

you make me feel like i’m dancing with no music, when i look at you all the hurt fades away and i can see our future stretch out and it’s all that keeps me going. you’re my darling and i’m you’re baby and i want to stay like this forever.

멍하니 있어 (just chill) ♡ jonghyun
english title: staring into space
lyrics by: kim jonghyun
translation by: thatcoolcatmeow

i’m just staying absentmindedly.

sometimes i want to be alone in my empty room.
i want to lie in bed and not think about anything, eh.
sometimes i want to put off everything
that’s suffocating me and stay quiet.

oh, the sound of rain that came to me;
even when it taps my window i won’t open it.
i’m going to stay alone,
i’m going to stay still just for today.
i’m going to put the ac on and put on a blanket too,
i’m going to indulge in luxury.

what do you do when you’re free?
i just stay absentmindedly; oh, oh.
what do you do when your heart is tired?
i just stay absentmindedly, oh baby, yeah.

i’m just going to lie still and lay around;
watch outdated tv dramas, movies
or read cartoons that i read back in school.
turn your phone off.
please: can my sns, friends and ex stay quiet?

oh, the sound of rain that came to me;
even when it taps my window i won’t open it.
i’m going to stay alone,
i’m going to stay still just for today.
i’m going to put the ac on and put on a blanket too,
i’m going to indulge in luxury.

what do you do when you’re free?
i just stay absentmindedly; oh, oh.
what do you do when your heart is tired?
i just stay absentmindedly, oh baby, yeah.

sometimes i’m afraid that i
might live alone forever like this.
what can i do even though
everyone thinks it’s a waste,
i don’t think it’s so bad.
i’m going to stay in my quiet room;
oh, only sleep all day lazily.

what do you do when you’re free?
i just stay absentmindedly; oh, oh.
what do you do when your heart is tired?
i just stay absentmindedly, oh baby, yeah.

{ red velvet }

pairing: thomas jefferson x reader

t/w: slight daddy kink

tags: @toonerzchatz @promisesandmore @itsallexmallory @impala-moose @jaydiggs1218 @fierydaemon @slightlysouless @jzzyjones @wiindmill @whitestorm547 @hamilturnt @fearless-butter @littleblue5mcdork @arostrolgy @mcgrammer15 @fanagelbagel @mehrmonga @luna-lightwood-potter @strawbirby @21donutlover @alienboymax @hamilbroke @tailored-shirt-tails @wolfphantom-m @moonchildcharm @shadowthepiratecat @english-muffin-top @iamivyfeather @louisianaspell @lastfallenstar @thataudreydork @moonqueerr @niixxo @sarmar29 @a-mistake-tbh @notquiteanobsession @me-idiedforhim

a/n: okay so there’s no smut in this story but it’s implied. if you guys want the scenes i intended to put in the fic, i’ll post them separately. enjoy!

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part one // part two // part three // part four


three.

You had been seeing Thomas for about four months now. He was ever the gentleman and your arrangement was working out great. It was unconventional, but being with Thomas made it easier.

You were open and honest with one another. Despite it not being a real relationship, you still treated each other with the respect you both deserved.

Peggy was especially happy to hear about how well everything was going. In some strange way, she felt like a matchmaker.

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A deal with the Devil (part 1)

Summary: The reader is pregnant, and a witch hits her with a spell that slowly kills her child. The only cure seems to be Lucifer, but Dean does not want her to get into trouble. So the reader asks for help from his father, Crowley, the King of Hell.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader

Characters: Reader, Lucifer, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Rowena (mentioned)

Word Count: 2000 (approximately)

Warning: Angst, more angst.

A/N: I write this for the Ana’s “Shit My Patients Say” Challenge, by this beautiful >>>  @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms 
My prompts are:
8. “My friend said I couldn’t do it so I had to prove them wrong.”
22. “My family has a recipe to fix this.”
So, I hope you like it!


“What have you done to me?”
“A curse. But you can also call it ‘a step away from death’.”
“What have you done!?” I shout louder; I feel the tears wet my face.
“You’re dying.. indeed, no. Your child is dying. So delicate.. but there is a cure. The blood of a powerful heals your child. The blood of an archangel. ”
I look down, my gaze is pure horror; I can’t breathe. The blood of an archangel..
“..ops, too bad they’re all dead.”


“Dean..”
“No. Y/n, it’s impossible for me to allow you to do such a thing.”
“But, Dean..”
“We’ll find another way.”
“There is no other way!”
A few days ago, a witch gave me a curse. My baby is slowly dying, and I feel his heart beat more and more slowly. I can’t stay calm to do nothing, I can’t kill my baby; our baby, mine and Dean’s. Because he doesn’t understand? Dean paces nervously back and forth to the library, and observe him, I get dizzy. We need to talk to Lucifer; the witch said that the only cure to save our son is the blood of an archangel. But they are all dead: Gabriel, Raphael, Michael.. but Lucifer, he was an archangel before his fall, and he still has archangel’s blood in his veins. The problem is that Lucifer doesn’t want to talk to anyone but me. And Dean doesn’t want me to put me in trouble.
“Lucifer will be closed in his cage, with me there will be Crowley, and Rowena. Nothing will happen to me.”
“I said no. End of the matter, Y/n.”
I try to think even once Dean, but it’s useless. I breathe slowly, trying to keep calm. I understand that he’s worried about me, and for the child. But there will be no danger to me.
“How can you say such a thing? It is what our son is dying! Will not you save him?”
“Of course I want to save it, damn it!” I jump when Dean makes a fist on the table; he licks his lips, and then looks at me.
“I’ll find another way to save it. But we’re not going to Lucifer; I will talk to Rowena. Maybe she knows what to do.”
Dean lays a kiss on my forehead, and after taking his jacket, he comes out of the bunker. He doesn’t know that I have already spoken with Rowena, and she knows no other way, that talk to Lucifer.
I go into the kitchen to drink some water, and I find Sam with a book in his hands, as he reads. When he sees me, Sam puts the book on the table and coming toward me; he wrapped his long arms around my body, and I without thinking twice, I make tiny against his body. Dean and I have quarreled violently, and we screamed. Sam will have definitely heard the whole conversation.
“Are you okay?”
I would answer yes, but clearly it is not. Since Dean has known the child, chaos reigns in the bunker. Every day there is a reason for strife and shouting at us against.. Should I be happy that he cares about me, but the fact that he does remain closed to me all the time in the bunker to do nothing, is like torture for me. And now after all this time that I came out of the bunker, we hunted a bitch witch; we killed her, but it didn’t do anything. A curse like the one that launched her, doesn’t go away with her death.
“No, Sam. I’m tired..” I say, as small tears fall down my face.
“I just wanted to help Sam.. I didn’t want to stay forever locked in a bunker. And now my baby is dying.. and it’s my fault. ”
“Y/n, it’s okay.. we will find a way to save him.”
“Don’t you understand that the only way to save it’s Lucifer!?” I yelled, pushing away from me Sam. He looks at me with his usual sad look, but he says nothing. I know he thinks like Dean; he doesn’t want release Lucifer again, after all that has happened. But how do they not understand that there is only one possible cure, and it is him?“
I moved away from him, and I run to my room. I lock myself in the room, and I throw myself on the bed, with tears in my eyes.
“Hey puppy. Everything okay?”
I open my eyes, and I sit on the bed to see who it is. Although I already recognize his voice.
“Crowley.”
The King of Hell is approaching me, and sits on the bed beside me. I keep my distance from him, and alert.
“What are you doing here?”
“My dear daughter, you called me.”
“It’s not true.”
“Yes, rather.” Crowley said, looking into my eyes. I look down; I have really been calling him? I cannot even admit it to myself. Dean and Sam don’t want me to talk with Lucifer, but if I do..
“I want to talk to Lucifer.”
Crowley smiles, and getting out of bed, he wanders around the room, rummaging through my things. Then he turns to me and looks at me with his usual air of superiority.
“Excuse me?”
“I need to talk to him.”
The smile disappears from the face of Crowley; he comes close to me again, and looks at me.
“Why should I?”
“A witch hit me with a curse. And my baby is dying. Lucifer is the one who can save him. Please..” I get up and shake hands Crowley in mine. I know he is not a person you can trust 100%, but he’s still my father, and like it or not, my child is also part of his family.
Crowley closes his eyes and sighs; he takes my arm, and with a snap of the fingers, we find ourselves in his ‘headquarters’. I look Crowley and I thank him with the gaze. I breath deeply: it’s time to talk to the devil himself.


“What a surprise Y/n.. I thought that you hadn’t the courage to see me again.”
I approached the cage; Lucifer is in its interior, thanks to a Rowena’s spell. His eyes are fixed on me, his satisfied smile makes me nauseous.
“My friend said I couldn’t do it so I had to prove them wrong.”
His laughter echoes in the air, like an annoying hiss that doesn’t want to quit. I make a step forward to get closer to the cage, but then I remember the words of Rowena.
Don’t get too close.
“Tell me Y/n, how is the little devil in your tummy?”
I shudder at his words; how does he know I’m pregnant? Lucifer wanders in his prison, with the grin on his face. I take a few steps back, and I turn to go away; how stupid. It wasn’t a good idea to summon him, Dean was right. What made me think that Lucifer will give me his blood to save my baby, without wanting something in return?
“You sure you want to go? Didn’t you want to know how to save your little devil?”
“Stop calling him that.”
“Oh, but it is. You are the beloved daughter of Crowley, and you’ve got demon blood in the veins. Not to mention the baby’s father..”
I press my hands over the ears to stop hearing his words, but the voice of Lucifer continues to echo in my head, as if he were talking to my own mind.
“Who knows what will come out of the son of a half-demon, and one that kills people..”
“I said stop!”
I make a few steps toward the cage, and in a moment, Lucifer leans toward me. I feel his hands holding my arms, and in a blink of an eye, I am in the cage with him. I opened my eyes, I feel the breath fail me; I push away Lucifer from me, and I scream the Crowley’s name. I see the King of Hell quickly approaching Rowena, look for a way to get me out.
“Hmm, what’s wrong?”
Meanwhile, Lucifer is getting closer to me, I feel his breath on my neck.
“Sorry darling.. I felt so alone.”
Suddenly I turn, I wrap my hands around the collar of his shirt, and slam him against the cage. He didn’t seem to worry about, in fact, he laughs louder. Almost as if he was enjoying.
“Get me out of here!” I scream at him, while I try to stay calm. But I can’t; I begin to panic, and Lucifer rests a hand on my back.
“Ssh calm baby, you’ll be a heart attack.”
I close my eyes, and I do some deep breaths; I’m a stupid, stupid, stupid. I would have had to listen to Dean, stay by his side, trying to understand him. And instead, I’m locked in a cage with the devil, and I haven’t even had the opportunity to apologize to Dean, for what has happened with the witch. I feel the tears forming in my eyes when I hear again the voice of Lucifer in my head.
“So.. you want or not to save your child? You know, my family has a recipe to fix this.
I raise my eyes, which meets that of Lucifer; I know that the 'recipe’ of which he speaks, is its blood. He smiles at me, knowing exactly now he can control myself. I approach him, trying not to cry; I must be strong, for Dean, for our son.
“What do you want in return?”
Lucifer smiles and slowly approaching me; suddenly I hear a voice shouting my name, I turn around and I see Dean, out of the cage, with a mixed look of worry and despair. Sam is on the side of Crowley and Rowena, and try to get me out; soon they will find a spell, and I will not have the chance to save my son, if I don’t move. So, I turn to Lucifer, and I walk closer to him, so that they don’t hear us.
“Help my baby, and I’ll do whatever you ask.”
At first hesitant, then Lucifer approaches me with a smirk on his face, and his lips touching my ear. I widened my eyes when I hear the words of Lucifer; I would like to take a step back and think about his request, but I don’t have the time, and for my baby.. I’d do anything.
“We have a deal, Y/n?”
“Okay.” I can only say these words, then it all happens in a moment; the hands of Lucifer brushes my stomach, and a light escapes from them. I feel my heart beating faster and faster, and my head is spinning. I close my eyes, the cage seems to spin faster and faster.
“Don’t forget me, darling.”
I open my eyes, and Lucifer winks at me; I try to say something, but suddenly I feel an invisible force pushing me to the bars of the cage, and away from Lucifer; within seconds I’m out, in the arms of Dean.
“Y/n, you’re right?”
“The baby.. is fine.”
The head begins to turn again, and then, the dark.


When I wake up, I’m back in my room, to the bunker. Dean is near me, and when he sees that I have opened my eyes, he smiles.
“Y/n, how are you?”
I get up out of bed, and I sit next to him; I embrace him, and I feel the tears slowly down my face.
“I’m so sorry, Dean. It was all my fault; before the witch, then Lucifer.. I should listen to you.”
“Shh, it’s okay. Now it’s all over. Our baby is fine.” Dean says, massaging my back. He puts his lips on mine, and his thumbs wipes my face with tears.
“Lucifer is still in the cage, and will not come out. You and I will have our baby. Everything will be fine.”
I smiled, trying to hide my concern. I squeeze in his arms, and again, I hear the words of Lucifer echoing in my head.
When the baby is born, I will come pick you up. And you’ll have to choose. Or you, or the child.

A deal with the Devil (part 2)


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I really can’t imagine what I would do if you left my life. When this all started, I never thought I would fall so in love with you, really. Now we’re to the point where I am convinced you might never leave. God only knows what I would do if that happened. We planned so much together, y’know, and I’m counting on this to work out, because if it doesn’t, I have no idea where to go from there. You’ve become such a huge part of my life and it feels like this is supposed to happen. I don’t want you to just be another lesson in life because honestly you taught me so much more that I never thought I could know; I just really don’t want to lose you. Ever.
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Pre-Recall McHanzo Family Pt. 1

Pre-Recall, Jesse and Hanzo in a steady relationship, living happily together in a in-the-middle-of-nowhere cabin between bounty hunting and odd jobs. Neither of them knows a lot about each other’s pasts- Hanzo knows Jesse was with Overwatch, that’s common knowledge, but he doesn’t know his reasons for leaving or his past with Reyes in Blackwatch. Meanwhile, Jesse doesn’t know Hanzo is a Shimada. It’s not that he can’t put two and two together, but it never even occurred to him that the man he swore to share his life with was the same one he swore to kill for Genji. Perhaps if they weren’t so in love, he might have been able to imagine it.

They make a warm and loving home for themselves, those two together, and live like that for several years. Then Hanzo falls pregnant. They’re both stunned, but are ready, excited even, to take the next big step in their relationship. It’s business as usual, mercenary work at day and laughing over ridiculous baby names at night.

But things don’t stay happy for them forever. 

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MELANIE MARTINEZ LYRICS RP STARTERS
  • "You've seem to replace your brain with your heart"
  • "Everyone thinks that we're perfect"
  • "Smile for the picture"
  • "Go back to being plastic"
  • "Kids are still depressed when you dress them up"
  • "He doesn't think I'm that fucking dumb, does he?"
  • "You call that ass your own, we call that silicone"
  • "All the makeup in the world won't make you less insecure"
  • "It's all fun and games 'til somebody falls in love"
  • "You already bought a ticket and there's no turning back now"
  • "Mr. Houdini, you're a freakshow"
  • "You build me up like building blocks just so you can bring me down"
  • "Fuck your degree"
  • "You think you're smarter than me with all your bad poetry"
  • "Why do I always spill?"
  • "God, I wish I never spoke"
  • "I'm sick of all the games I have to play"
  • "I love when you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do"
  • "It's not like I'm asking to be your wife!"
  • "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to!"
  • "I'll cry until the candles burn down this place"
  • "I'll cry until my pity party's in flames"
  • "He chased me and he wouldn't stop!"
  • "Tag, you're it!"
  • "I'm fucking crazy"
  • "Do you like my cookies? They're made just for you"
  • "A little pit of sugar and lots of poison, too!"
  • "Honey, do you want me now?"
  • "Someone told me 'stay away from things that aren't yours' but was he yours if he wanted me so bad?"
  • "Pacify her! She's getting on my nerves"
  • "You don't love her, stop lying with those words!"
  • "Loving her seems tiring"
  • "Don't be dramatic, it's only some plastic"
  • "No one will love you if you're unattractive!"
  • "Is it true that pain is beauty?"
  • "Will a pretty face make it better?"
  • "Do you swear you'll stay forever?"
  • "Baby soft skin turns into leather"
  • "We paint white roses red, each shade from a different person's head"
  • "This dream is a killer!"
  • "I really hate being safe"
  • "The normals, they make me afraid"
  • "The crazies, they make me feel sane"
  • "I'm not! Baby, I'm mad!"
  • "So what if I'm crazy? The best people are!"
  • "Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong"
  • "You like me best when I'm off my rocker"
  • "All the best people are crazy"