1000's of emo guys & girls!
It's a pity all the stories about us never to be told, lost to the distance of old. I realise butterflys are following from the sky--y-y, dropping dead right before my eyes. Butterfly Maze, by Crestillion
Kenton Bones
30 / Male / Beside hick town, Antarctica
Not Sure / Swinger
Member since:
Jun 02, 2010
Last online:
Jul 17, 2010
I DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS.
I DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS.
What if you died, like.
Right now.
I know you probably want that, but..
What a waste of your last moments.
Like seriously. Think about your choice.
You're wasting your time reading some little black words that are SUPPOSED to be telling you about me, but they're not.
So there's litterally no reason for you to be here.
Get out of my sight, you little squirming pile of worms.
I'm bound to clog a few veins with your pasty skin and lust for spilling blood.
All thanks to you and your disgusting habits of clustering into little groups, I get to get baggy skin on my legs.
You're the emo? Sodesoflippydippitydo.
WOOP.
DE.
FREAKING.
DO.
