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yes bae go insane! do crazy shit! yolo! i condone it all!!💗💗

i am cooler than every man i’ve ever met.

i’m literally crying i can’t take this anymore i cannot take matthew gray gubler i cannot take him. who gave him the right to be so attractive it isn’t even funny like i hate him so much for doing this to me i see a picture of him and i resort back into my animalistic instincts bcuz i need to procreate its sick it’s twisted i feel it in my toes i need him so bad it hurts and i hate him for making me feel this way i have lost all self control i have lost all self respect pls i need his hands on me or i’m going to have a mental breakdown but i don’t need to be sedated i need to be seduced by matthew gray gubler. matthew if you can hear me please save me matthew please save me it isn’t fair it’s not fair to do this i’m just a nineteen year old girl nothing will work no other man can fix this issue i don’t even like men all that much but matthew i see your jawline i see that smile i see those eyes and my back arches i turn into a werewolf on a full moon i feel the way my clothes get tighter as it pops off my body letting me revert into my canine ways. a princess kisses a frog, but a horny nineteen year old (me) needs to kiss matthew gray gubler. this is my fairytale, you are my prince. you being 44 is a quirk you love quirks you’re so quirky i can be that for you! i can be that for you i can be your quirk i can be your dream.

Michèle Mercier in Angélique, Marquise des Anges/1964

I was angry too, so fucking angry you wouldn’t believe it. But my anger is like carbon monoxide. It’s odorless, tasteless, colorless, and completely toxic but only to me.

Jessica Knoll