The most attractive, flawless poster there ever was.
 

I achieved perfection solely on my own. Bikini body. Strength and flexibility to glide over broken glass effortlessly, with the grace of an el. An ang-el. Or a devil. El.

Collapsed.

I am dying now. Nothing motivates me. No one could. All external forces irrelevant. Pain pours from me and courses into the world.

My skull fierce, cold, and empty.

This isn't a cry for help. I believe everyone has already lost me and my beauty. You lost me in your vanity. Your greed. Your narcissism. Your desperation. Your hatred. Your foolish thirst for righteousness and power. Dominance. Control.

Your turn.

what happened to posting less

Shit, Bro.

You think that's bad?

Imagine being alive at this point in time with a name that etymologically translates to Noble Healer, Son of the Crown.

Like. I didn't come here to die for you this time, bitches.

i think you're generally just kinda mean and narcisolipsadomasochistic magneto. if u were kinder u wouldnt be surrounded by pain all the time (it's ur aura smiling back at u toothily)

as for me, ive been betrayed for reals and had a weirdo try to dash my head on the rocks for his ego fantasy. made me homeless & flat borke & literally crippled. and still here i am fighting hard to bring u the beauty & wit u need so badly. taking good care of a nice ex-incel and only being medium maintenance. my name means "queen". now if that aint some shit

Sorry is this an ego fighting match ? Not sure what is happening in here. I’ll stay tuned and maybe figure it out along the way.

I'm actually on vacation this time around.

Screech harder

Surely these hormone pills will fix all my problems

mario is back

Magnetaress, I'm not hating on you but bro you got to go outside more