I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me.



You know, when I left the house today I was thinking:
"Damn, I really hope some hot chick paints my brains all over some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hallway"
And here we are. I mean really, just absolutely destroy me. I'm talkin' full on, watermelon-in-the-thighs level carnage. And I want it to scare the ♥♥♥♥ outta me. I mean I hope I piss myself. I hope I piss myself and you call me your little "peepee pisspiss boy". I want you to ♥♥♥♥ me up. I mean I want you to make me your ♥♥♥♥♥. Your little peepee-piss-myself-♥♥♥♥♥. I want it to get embarrassing. I mean like... weirdly embarrassing. Unsanitary, too. We should be entirely different people, by the end of the first eight hours.
Do you understand what I'm trying to say here? I mean, I'm a real freak. I'm not normal.
Ma'am... Please... You have to crush me.