I usually have a strong distaste for ladies who do the “kitty” cat, whatever thing for Halloween/October Ya’know the drawn on whiskers and nose and on occasion the little cat ears… I hate those bitches (no offense) but it’s the truth. Don’t ask me questions, I have my reasons why I’m grossed out by them. They’re usually gross, UNoriginal and in danger of being slapped by me for multiple reasons. They rub me the wrong way. Sorry not sorry.
I feel wrong. Something is wrong. I can’t. something is wrong.
Somedays I feel like the cutest thing walking other days I feel pretty gross. Tonight I feel like a turd but tomorrow I’ll feel like “bitch don’t talk to me I’m Beyonce.”
For The Masses:
"I am awake in the place
where women die”
I’m a lady.
"Take me, I am the drug; take
me, I am hallucinogenic.”