I don’t need to live in your mental process. Coloring on the walls for children.
Ah, I see. Let me remember. I believe I remember this now. I used it as a dumping ground for my failed expiriments. I’m sorry, child. You have spent your life thinking you were cursed… I’m afraid it wasn’t anything so dramatic… you were born from my trash. You are trash.
-Knull.
Yall posting fantasies about f*cking your dog or sister or children or whatever are weird af and you need help
